His Perfect Queen; an Arthas Menethil Love Story

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, Warcraft3 Reign of Chaos or Warcraft3 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: 05/04/12: I am so sorry this took so long for me to update! I only just finished it after a long, drawn out period of writers block! I've been writing like mad these school holidays, so I hope I won't disappoint any of you. The updating will quite possibly be a little jumbled, but I'm going to try and get these out when I write them, unless I write a few chapters in a heap…can't have them out too soon, right?

Thank you for all of your support. I only received a few reviews, but the ones I did receive I was insanely happy to receive. Here are my answers to you, because I never leave my reviews, alerts or favourites unanswered :P.

PS; I would like to dedicate this chapter to eternalenergy who was the first to review this story =] thank you so much! I'd also like to give a shout out to Frostfyre, who is my first question reviewer. I hope I can satisfy you =]

ctiygirl; thank you for your support!

eternalenergy; I would just like to say that I really appreciate that you took the time to review; thanks! I was hoping that I got Ner'zhul's characterization right, I mean, I didn't want him to be too dominating, but I didn't want him to be just a little whisper-y thing either, you know? You don't hear much of his at all in this chapter though… oh well, more in the next one! I'll try and keep up the good work.

Frostfyre; I love it when people ask questions. I actually am a great lover of ArthasxJaina, and I don't like separating them either. The truth is, with this story, Arthas is still in love with Jaina, down in the deep depths of his heart. He doesn't ever stop loving Jaina; that's something that I just want to let you know about. This isn't a story where he just up and falls in love with a random girl he meets; it's a story about Arthas battling between his love for Jaina, his duty as the Lich King and the fact that ultimately, he will have to kill Jaina to allow himself to rule. Oh, and the relationship between Arthas and the OC will be a little different to what you may think; Ner'zhul is the one who asks Arthas to seek it out. It's gonna be interesting. Please, just give it a shot. Please? I promise I won't disappoint you; there will be some ArthasxJaina in here.

BrodieG; I appreciate your support. Thanks for the alert!

HISPERFECTQUEEN

Chapter 3; He Descends…

In the shadow of the infinitely tall Icecrown Glacier, four stone obelisks glowed with a strange, blue light. Illuminating the vast forces that surrounded the high, tower-like structure, they were as intimidating as they were fascinating. At the very top of the makeshift Black Citadel, Anub'arak looked up at the frozen mountain, his nerubian guards close behind him in the halls of the fortress.

"My Lord…" A quiet, raspy voice called from the shadows. Anub'arak turned his great head to look down at the tiny creature. He was one of the young ones, a simple, low ranked nerubian soldier, and by the look of him, one of those sent with the raiding parties, sent to purge the surrounding ice-land of the demon-hunter's remaining forces. The great Crypt Lord inclined his enormous head to the small one, allowing him to speak. "We've completed the task you assigned us; all those who served the night elf hybrid and his companions have been eliminated and their bases levelled to the ground. We left no stone unturned, as was your wish." The webspinner lowered itself to the ground in the Nerubian form of a bow of respect, and Anub'arak let out a loud sound of satisfaction.

"This pleases me, young one. Return to your barracks and sincerely thank your squadron on behalf of me. This is excellent news." He returned to the large window, his deadly pincers clacking together in a gleeful rhythm. The lowly webspinner scurried from the room, its head bowed low. As the final resistance to the reign of the Scourge in the land of Northrend was decimated, there were no more worries for their King when he returned from the glacier.

It had been many days, many weeks since they had last had any word from the Icecrown Glacier. When Anub'arak himself had approached the entrance to the glacial tunnel that led to the mountain, he had found evidence of the battle between Ner'zhul's champion and the enemy leader, the wretched night elf demon-hunter Illidan Stormrage. While there was no body, the sheer amount of the night elf's blood splattered against the cold, white surface of the snow was enough for the great spider to know that their enemy was gravely wounded, if not very close to death's door.

The arachnid knew that Arthas had ascended to the peak of the glacier; the fact was made clear soon after the battle for the obelisks was won, when a great shockwave of power had emanated from the pillar of ice. The surrounding mountain had been decimated by it, the Frozen Throne now open to the air, shining atop the Icecrown Glacier through the thick fog of clouds that surrounded it. While their leader had been absent, in preparation Anub'arak had busied the men in fortifying their large, hurried base surrounding the obelisks. Even after a few weeks, there were many buildings unfinished, and their champion had not returned from the throne.

Anub'arak left the room, his guard scuttling along behind him. There was still much to be done before Arthas returned, whenever he was going to be returning. The fallen king entered the bustling streets of the temporary city that had been constructed on the dark blight that covered the ground. Thin layers of snow covered the odd section of street, but otherwise it was worn down by hundreds of trampling feet and wheels, or it was simply burnt away from the buildings by the tendrils of arcane magic surrounding them.

As he trampled down the makeshift street, Anub'arak spied the gargoyles at their watch posts, frozen into solid stone at their perches. Acolytes of all kinds scurried between buildings, going about their usual mischievous business, while abominations were helping the smaller ghouls with lumber harvesting. The frost wyrms had retreated into a nearby mountain, where the great undead crystal dragon, the Lord Sapphiron, was nesting with his minions, the blue dragons and the dragonspawn. Since their King had ascended the glacier, they had been receiving more and more troops from the bowels of the caves of Northrend. Many of the dark, undead creatures had joined them. Many acolytes that had fallen from the Lich King's favour had re-joined them, feeling the call of their master even from the deepest bowels of the underground.

Carrion beetles scuttled around his enormous form as he made his way through the street, overseeing the current workings. Nothing was any different from yesterday.

Arthas' steed, Invincible, had been restless ever since her master had been gone. The noble undead mount would not allow even the highest Lich near her; instead she had been herded into a snowy, makeshift stable where she sulked and trotted around proudly, waiting for her prince's return. Anub'arak passed by her confine, inclining his massive head in respect to the powerful undead creature. She had carried their champion most of his mortal life, and even in death she rode with him. The mare was greatly respected.

As he drew closer, Invincible stopped her furious cantering around her corral and lifted her proud head, as if daring the Crypt Lord closer. "I shall not disturb you, young one." He told her, the carrion beetles scuttling in front of him, acting as some kind of a futile and unnecessary barrier between them. "I only wish you thanks for all you and your master have done for us, in life and in death." Invincible snorted snootily, as if she understood, but he paid no mind and continued. "When he returns, y-"

The penetrating sound of a horn sharply split the air.

Anub'arak looked towards the centre island of the camp, where no buildings stood, and only the entrance archway to what once was the mountain that held the Frozen Throne stood. That horn was the alert that there was movement from the glacier! Their champion was returning!

The great arachnid hurried towards the centre of the large camp, stamping over anything in his path, whether it be a carrion beetle or another unfortunate undead. The camp was scurrying now, abominations lumbering off the road, gargoyles shifting from their posts, banshee's floating ominously across the path towards the archway. Undead warriors crept as close as they dared to the gateway, and Anub'arak forced his way through the crowd, his Nerubian guards only managing to keep his pace. Lich joined him on either side, their rich green and blue robes fluttering in the almost non-existent breeze.

All was silent. Not even the lowliest dead stirred in the camp as they waited with bated, ghastly breaths.

Anub'arak could feel it; the presence of something great, just beyond the icy arch. Their knight, no, their King was emerging, finally after weeks of waiting. He could hear footsteps on the great, ice steps of the Icecrown Glacier, soft, but somehow heavy in is ears. The fallen Nerubian king lifted his great head, his eyes trained on the icy stairs that lead to the throne.

An armoured figure descended the final steps onto the snow, slowly, almost leisurely. A slight frost covered the slightly tarnished silver-grey of the great champion's armour. His footsteps were strong, confident as they descended the icy staircase, before they fell almost silently into the snow. A long, dusky cloak fell from his broad shoulders, billowing behind the figure in the icy wind. The great runeblade, Frostmourne, sat proudly at him hip, the hilt peeking out from behind the folds of his cloak. The helm of the Lich King sat upon his head; the great sapphire set into the helm gleaming almost in delight. Those ice blue eyes glowed from beneath the helm, his white hair, encrusted with frost, fell over his shoulders like a thin curtain. He stopped just inside the glacier's gateway, looking out over the army of undead before him.

Their king, their lord, their master had returned.

Anub'arak was the first to bow. He lowered his great, hulking form to the ground, closing his eyes. The sound of the dead shifting filled the air as they moved to bow before the Lich King, each one falling to their knees or inclining their great heads in respect for their master. Arthas and Ner'zhul watched on, their head raised proudly, almost arrogantly.

When all were finished their heads bowed or their bodies kowtowed on the ground, he spoke into the silence. "I have returned from the glacier; I spent many days there, listening to the voices from beyond. I have returned now to lead you once again; to lead you, my faithful servants, in war against the living!"

A cheer arose within the crowd, small at first but getting bigger, until there was a roar of bellowing beasts and screaming scourge. Arthas basked in the sound for a while, then held up a hand. There was silence one again. "Tonight, we shall rejoice for our victory over the half-elf Illidan and his following; for our victory over the naga and the pitiful survivors of the High Elves. Tonight is the time for celebration; tomorrow, we begin our preparation to crush those who betrayed us! The witch Sylvanas Windrunner will fall! We will crush her and send her back to the abyss from whence she came! The time is now! We will prevail!"

The army of scourge erupted in their boisterous cheers; the gargoyles cackling and screeching; abominations roaring at the top of their lungs as they blundered around; the remainder of their banshees screaming at the top of their lungs, their wispy bodies swaying in the wind. Anub'arak finally raised his head to look upon his King, and inclined it as he strode towards him, stepping aside for him. The crowd parted like a wave to let him through, his long strides strong and purposeful in the snow. Anub'arak followed close behind him, his pincers clacking in excitement. The carrion beetles at his feet were leaping in joy, fluttering their tiny wings and screeching.

Arthas looked back over his shoulder at the fallen Nerubian King. "Tomorrow, we discuss our preparations for leaving this place."

"My lord?" He asked, startled. "Leave Northrend so soon?"

"Yes, Anub'arak; we must leave these shores in search for another place." He was silent for a short while as he swept towards the massive Black Citadel in the centre of their incomplete city. "But we can discuss more of this tomorrow; as I said, tonight is for celebration. Tomorrow is for talk."

HISPERFECTQUEEN

05/04/12

HOLLY: Please read and review! You know how much I love it! One of the reasons I write is to entertain, but also to put all of the little ideas running around my head into words. If I didn't do that…I don't know what would happen! *blanch…*

So! The more you review, the more I write. Everyone knows that. It's common fact. SO! If you want to see more (it'll get more interesting in the next few chapters, I promise) then please, review and tell me what you think! I'm open to both constructive criticism and ideas. If you don't like it, please say so and tell me what you don't like, but don't completely rat out my writing, I am greatly opposed to flamers. =]

Thanks again!

EDITED 29/02/13- added better page breaks!