Hindsight really is 20-20. Betraying your people and murdering thousands of innocent peasants really wasn't a smart idea, now that Arthas thought about it. Maybe it was the bloodshed, or maybe it was the needless violence. But anyway you looked at it, he was the bad guy, and that was not going to work for him. Arthas was the crown prince, the head honcho, the Guy to end all Guys, and being the villain was just not on the schedule. Sighing, Arthas stood up from the toilet and made his way out of the Royal Bathroom. Nothing really royal about it, the skulls and ice were defiantly not good for his digestive cycle.
Striding across the room, Arthas headed for the door but was stopped with a cough that sounded like a smokers lungs after skydiving without a parachute. Standing by the door, in a place Arthas could have sworn was empty, was his steward, Jeeves. "Ah, your grace, I believe you are forgetting something." Curious, Arthas looked down at his clothing but nothing seemed to be off, skulls, check, armor, check, helmet, check. "Maybe sire, something more in the "stabby" department of objects as you have so eloquently put it." Said Jeeves, preluding to the fact that Arthas was forgetting his sword Frostmourne.
Surprised, Arthas looked down upon his self and realized, that yes indeed he was missing his favored sword. Striding across the room to the wardrobe, Arthas pulled open the doors and reached inside for Frostmourne. Strapping the sword to his side, Arthas continued on his journey towards the throne room to begin his day, and maybe even right some wrongs of the past.
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