My son, they day you were born, the very forests of Lordaeron whispered the name… Arthas. My child, I watched with pride as you grew into a weapon of righteousness. Remember, our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength. And I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power. But the truest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people.
I tell you this, for when my days have come to an end… you shall be king.