A/N: This is it. I'm writing this down. I'm making this happen. This story has been in my head for way too long. And it just won't get outta there. What else to say... it's an Arthas/OC story... hey, get your mouse off that previous page button! Yeah, I've read a few of them. It's all that really naive girl meets... well... Arthas. And all that rape is love shit. I'm going for a slightly different route.

Disclaimer: I own the plot, the laptop and the brain... and Arthas, right there in my wardrobe.

Warnings: Sillyness, sexyness, general weirdness and, as far as I can guess, fetish fuel. (Okay, the latter's everywhere. *coughrule36*)

"Arise, Death Knight. Arise and serve your new king." The voice that spoke these words was cold and hollow. Death Knight? New king? As the young woman opened her eyes, two bluish glowing orbs stared at her. The face they sat in belonged to some kind of elf. His skin was pale and his hair was white, so she couldn't tell what kind of elf it was. Night Elf, Blood Elf, High Elf. She recalled the names of their races and a few things about their history, but her mind was still hazy, like it had been... Reboot! ...rebooted. The woman had no idea where that word came from. Gnomes. Images of the small engineering people flashed up in her head. More and more information returned to her as the haze thinned out. And then that voice kicked in.

"From now on, you're going to serve me!"

It sounded a bit like that elf, but way stronger, hollower and inside her head. My king. Arthas. The Lich King. Before the echo in her head had worn off, the young woman stood up, shaking her shoulder-long white hair out of her face in order to have a better look at her surroundings. She was in some kind of hall, together with others, who were still lying unconscious. Dead. "Do you have a name, Death Knight?" The elf ripped her out of her thoughts, whereupon she stood at attention. "Kaya, Sir." Kaya what? That question had brought up one issue to Kaya's mind: Siginificant lack of memories. Sure, she knew how the world worked, she knew how to speak and she knew proper nouns. But there were no concrete memories whatsoever. Irrelevant. "You will now begin your training, Kaya." The elf pointed at a door, which seemed to be the only exit from the hall.

A few weeks had passed since the death and resurrection of Kaya Bloodgrasp, as her new name was. With a smug grin, she sat on the edge of her bed and polished her runeblade. She had forged the runes into it by herself, one of her first exercises upon her arrival. She seemed to have done well because those who didn't were fed to the ghouls or made into slaves. Another thing that stroke her, and some of the veterans, odd was how easy it was for her to choose her path of training. Almost from the very beginning, Kaya had shown an immense interest, almost bordering into a fetishistic obsession, into blood. For her, it was completely normal, but even the other Death Knight apprentices kept a certain distance to her. And then... there was Arthas. The Lich King. The supreme leader of the Scourge. It was indeed his voice that kept whispering to her. Telling her to kill them all, to show no mercy... to slaughter them like the sacrifical lambs they were. It was inspiring. He was-

Kaya shook her head. The training wasn't easy and she had to focus. So she sheathed her sword, stood up and walked towards the training grounds, only listening to the echoing voice in her head. Her whole posture became much more relaxed as she zoned out. "It's so clear toda-" Suddenly, Kaya froze in mid-walk and her gaze wandered to the far right. The reason for the clarity of the king's voice was nothing other than the fact that he was barely hundred meters away from her, talking to her instructor. Oh crap. Quickly, the young woman touched the corners of her mouth, checking for drool. Before anyone noticed anything odd, she walked on and started practicing new techniques on a training dummy.

"Recruit!"

His voice echoed trough her mind an instant before it reached her ears. With one swift motion, Kaya turned around, went down on her knees and bowed down. "Yes, my king?" He looked down at her, nearly piercing her with his eyes.

"Get up."

Immediately, Kaya was on her feet again, still not daring to look at him directly.

"I don't see anything special in her, aside from being really submissive."

Her instructor threw a desperate glance at the young woman. "She may not be the strongest, my lord... but she has other qualities." The king turned his head towards him. "Her brain's not as dead as most others' here. She shows tactical skills and... homicidal tendencies."

"I want a demonstration. Get me a slave."

The elf bowed down in front of Arthas before hushing away and leaving him alone with Kaya. Keep cool. She felt his gaze resting on her constantly, as time seemed to slow down. The woman still stood where she had been before, not even trying to bli-

"Look at me."

For a short moment, Kaya completely petrified, before rising her head and looking straight into his face. At least into the part of his face that was visible beneath the helmet. When their eyes locked, Kaya tried to stay as calm as possible, which wasn't easy when she could nearly feel him in her thoughts. Ohshitohshitohshit... "My lord." As the elf returned with a rather muscular human on a chain, Arthas averted his gaze again and Kaya almost let out a breath of relief. He lead the chained man into a training arena, threw him a sword and returned to Arthas' side. Kaya slowly stepped into the arena too, grasping her sword tightly.

The fight was more than onesided. Even tough Kaya's moves were those of a mere beginner, she was embued with the power of blood, which gave her a massive advantage. After a few minutes, her opponent lay on the floor, blooding from various severe cuts and all orifices. She was about to deal the last blow, as she stopped and put away her sword. With the smile of an innocent little girl picking flowers in the garden, she bowed down to him and said cheerfully: "No way I'm gonna end your misery here." Kaya patted his shoulder, ignoring the huge wound gaping there and stood up again. A bit unsure, she turned around to her two specators. "Or should I kill him?" The elf seemed to have zoned out a bit, but when he returned, he shook his head. "That's enough for the moment."

"Get over here."

Kaya flinched again from the echo and hurried over to the two men. "Yes, my king?" She still didn't dare to look into his eyes.

"You show more potential than most of the other recruits. Your training will be continued in Icecrown Citadel."

Blink. Blink blink. SQUEE!

"Squee?"

When Arthas looked at her from the corners of his eyes, Kaya couldn't decide if she should blush or lose the rest of her already faded complexion. Damn Kaya! Act like a Death Knight! It's Arthas! She gave herself a mental slap, stood at attention again and said: "It's an honor for me, my king."

"You will be leaving at noon. You'd better be on time... What was your name, recruit?"

"Kaya Bloodgrasp... my king." Without paying any more attention to her, Arthas and the instructor walked on. Squee~