Name: His Perfect Queen
Author:
HollyEmpire00
Rating: T (may change to M as the story progresses)

Summary: As his army prepares for war, Arthas must fight his own battle. With his heart, a lady and his destiny. Arthas/OC, angst! Reviews wanted!

Warning: Rated T for language (not so much), blood, some gore, character death, and overall theme. Warcraft Themes~!

Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft, Warcraft 3 Reign of Chaos or Warcraft 3 Frozen Throne (obviously~ If I did, I'd be like…supermegafoxyawesome rich!) . You think I'd be writing this if I did? No! Anyway, they belong to Blizzard Entertainment, the gods of MMORPG's. All of the things you don't know are mine, so characters, creatures, abilities, lands and places and buildings you don't know about are all mine~! =]

Thank you all so much for choosing to read this story, I really appreciate it. Reviews are welcome, flames are not (unless they're constructive), and I want feedback please!

HOLLY: 29/02/13: I apologise for the lateness of this chapter! I am so sorry I didn't have this up a few days ago, but I had some trouble with my files so that put me back a few days! I had to rewrite this, and I've had to cut it short! I actually had a TWELVE page chapter, but I lost all of my work; nearly my entire hard drive was erased, so I had to rewrite it. Unfortunately, I've only given you four pages…

However! I think they're good! We're about to get into the knitty-gritty next! Ooh, yay, won't that be fun! Also, you get to experience a new POV that I haven't used before in this story in this chapter! Get ready for some Lich thoughts!

I've also introduced some new page breaks, as I found that my other ones weren't working; I'm going to be going back to check them in each chapter so that may give easier reading.

Thank you all for your support! There wasn't as much as I was hoping…again. Which is sad; I hope for more reviews because I'm getting, on average, 100 reads per chapter each week.

It is a little disappointing not to get as many reviews…or ANY really. I got FOUR reviews last chapter…I feel unloved.

So; this chapter goes out to a man I will call Mr. R; he is an IT man at my school. He's a man sent by whatever god or deity there is; I swear it. Thank you, Mr. R. Without you; this chapter wouldn't have happened.

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Chapter 7: Across The Seas…

The port was so bustling with a kind of unearthly silence that the undead seemed almost alive. They bumbled and they ran, most hurrying with the final preparations for the launching of the Solitarius. Anub'arak oversaw the proceedings; his great form turning from side to side to watch creatures, both large and small alike, moving to and fro. "The next lot of meat wagons, make your way onto the fourth ship, and be quick! Our lord means to depart within the hour!" An acolyte bowed lowly and scurried off to carry out the orders.

Anub'arak's pincers clicked together in slight excitement, and the carrion beetles around him gave small chitters, some falling from his hide and onto the hard wood of the great ship. He turned his gaze upwards as a gargoyle flew overhead, his great stone-leather wings extended as he glided upwards towards the crow's nest with a squawk. As the creature perched itself, it's wings folded and it became pure stone; watching over the scurrying undead below with sharp, golden eyes.

The Lich King would be arriving soon, and with him the departure of the fleet. Thirty ships to carry the main forces, a large number of the meat wagons and some of the abominations; six of these ships were devoted entirely to the flying infantry they possessed. A few of the Frost Wyrms had been commissioned to build a nest overnight on board one of the largest vessels, where they had been circling since. Three housed only gargoyles, entrenched in their stone form, ready for battle when needed. Five had been given to the larger of the Nerubian's, who Anub'arak had willingly given over for their master's cause. The rest of the ships held smaller crew members as workers.

Twenty smaller ships also housed the rest of the army moving with them; acolytes by the hundreds, even more ghouls and still more abominations, Cretans and smaller Nerubian's such as webspinners and seers. A few Obsidian Statues had been brought aboard the two of the smaller ships, kept for safekeeping should they need them. Near these statues had been built some ship-stables, as many a horse would be joining them on their journey; including their lord's steed; after all, should they need diplomacy within the lands of Elemire, the Lich would not be expected to walk if they did not desire.

They also devoted four smaller and two larger boats entirely to supplies. Their lord had been very explicit that his army should be kept strong and battle-ready.

Looking out over the docks, Anub'arak contemplated their forces. He spotted a flash of sharp, fell green amongst the darker colours of the Scourge and his eyes upon the young Lich, Calis Wraithson. Anub'arak could not help his thoughts from turning to the competence of the Kel'Thuzad's apprentices. He was not sure of their abilities, and while he knew that Kel'Thuzad was an ally, Anub'arak had personally never met him and so had no knowledge of his strengths, other than that which he had heard by rumour.

The green Lich turned and Anub'arak found himself faced with a disembodied green flame from within the swordsman's skull; the fire within those eyes almost determined. The fallen king straightened slightly, before he inclined his great head to the Lich, the carrion beetles on his back quickly skittering to follow suit. Calis returned his respectful inclination before he turned and started towards one of the other ships; directing acolytes with a firm tongue and steady hand.

The cutting call of a horn stopped all of the Nerubian's thoughts, and the crowds fell into an uproar as they began to move, hundreds of beings hurrying towards their posts, be it upon the ships of otherwise. The Lich King was descending, he was on his way.

Anub'arak straightened his back and stepped back slightly, readying himself for Arthas' arrival. He did not wish to look unsightly in the eyes of his master, especially when he would be away from the city. He knew it was his responsibility to keep the city's construction ahead of schedule; and have it completed for when their king returned. And when that time came, Anub'arak knew that the world would be under the Lich King's thumb.

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The streets parted to make way for his steed, his large, undead mount standing as tall and proud as she once had in life. Invincible had indeed made it through the battle of Icecrown; of this Arthas had been pleased. She had been brought to the steps of the fortress in the early morning, where the steed had waited there for hours before he had finally descended from the glacier once more.

Ner'zhul's advice had indeed proved fruitful; returning to the peak had given him a chance to explore the stairway, the pillar that was the peak of Northrend. Arthas had found many chambers, some hidden and some not so, within the structure; many of which held great treasures and artefacts. Some held more power than even Frostmourne.

Arthas had indeed found the armour forged for him; the armour of a true king. Steel forged from strongest ores of the northern realms, blasted into shape by the blistering wind itself before it was finally struck with a blacksmith's hammer. Each plate shone with a deep, imbedded glisten that could only come from the strongest of iron, the hottest of fires. The edges were sharp, while the design was sleek and covered him as if it was physically made for him. And Arthas supposed it was.

'That it was indeed, young one,' Ner'zhul had murmured from the back of his mind upon his discovery of the apparel. 'I had known that one such as you would one day set me free…that one such as you would become one with my spirit. I could not simply leave you without armour, could I?' Arthas had relented, somewhat surprised nonetheless.

Arthas spurred his steed forwards, and with a toss of her silver-black mane the mare advanced, the large crowds parting in front of them like waves pulled by the moon itself. Arthas could not help his proud smirk from behind his helmet as they proudly stalked towards the fleet. The sound of the horn blared within his ears once more, and the crowds broke out in roars and cheers.

Approaching the Solitarius, Arthas was met by the sight of his three new generals. Calis, Rak and Kali'nej had stationed themselves on the draw-board of the Solitarius, awaiting his arrival most obviously. He dismounted from Invincible and handed her to one of the larger ghouls, before he ascended to the deck of his flagship. The Lich bowed before him, their hoods falling low and their cloaks fluttering as they passed their arms over their chest respectfully.

"My liege, are you ready for departure?" The great, croaky voice of Anub'arak met his ears. Arthas turned his proud head to look across the deck. The Nerubian was bowed to one knee, an position of obvious discomfort for his massive frame, but he held it with ease. A sign of respect. Arthas nodded his head to him and flicked his hand, allowing him to stand.

"Yes," Arthas replied in a drawl, looking up towards the bow of the ship, before starting towards it. "Disembark now, Anub'arak…when next we meet, it will be in another time of celebration. A celebration of ultimate victory."

Anub'arak inclined his head once more, his pincers clicking together in excitement. He said his farewell to the Lich King, and said a simple blessing in Nerubian, before he did indeed disembark from the great vessel.

Hearing the fluttering of material, Arthas did not need to look to know that the Lich were by his side. Arthas' eyes narrowed from beneath his great helm and with a great flourish of his large cloak, made from the pelt of a massive white great wolf, he addressed his subjects.

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Calis watched and listened. The lord he served was indeed a great one; this had been obvious from the first moment in his presence; the man was a worthy vessel for Ner'zhul, and a person that he felt himself drawn to on principle. Lich were drawn to power; and the Lich King was the epitome of power.

Arthas, Calis recalled the name of the former prince, addressed the people with a tone of cool authority that somehow burned in its intensity. His voice was booming and impossible to ignore; and the sight of him, standing tall and proud, the armour of a king gleaming against his form, was enough to make even the largest of the scourge tremble before him.

Calis could feel the sharp presence of Kali-nej and Rak nearby, and relished in this fact. The three of them would prove themselves as worthy of serving their lord as Kel'Thuzad and Anub'arak, if not more so. Together, Calis knew that they would not disappoint.

So when the Lich King finished his address to the people, the three Lich bowed their heads slightly, before they rose to wait for their lord's command. The scourge roared and cheered for their master, their inhuman cries echoing across the icy landscape of Northrend. It would be enough to make a mortal's blood run as cold as the oceans below them.

"What is your will, my liege?" Calis spoke, his voice as calm and collected as he could manage. His excitement would not get the better of him; he would not be seen as too eager, nor childish in front of this man's eyes.

Arthas send his burning blue gaze across him, the glow from his iris seeming to intensify. After what felt like an age of silence, under the roars of the undead, the Lich King spoke.

"Launch the Solitarius. We sail for Elemire; and nothing shall stand in our way."

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29/02/13

HOLLY: Who can find the line I took from Warcraft 3? I've changed around the order of the words a little…but it's there!

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