My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Drake didn't know what he could do.

At that time, he didn't want to lose his father, mother, brother and sister, so he chose to let Arthas turn him into an undead.

Now, if Alsace wants to use him to do something, Drake can't help himself.

"You don't have to worry about it...I want to know that you should not be able to give birth to offspring now... Then the throne of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras..."

Alsace was quite interested in this matter.

"You don't need to worry about this. I will find a reason to give the heir's full strength to my brother."

Drake said coldly.

"You are pretty generous!"

Alsace said with emotion.

"In a sense, I don't want the future king of Kul Tiras to be an undead under the control of others."

Drake walked to the door of the room, dropped a word, and left the room.

This guy is quite patriotic... Alsace smiled awkwardly.

How can I help him?Why do you feel a little unpleasant?

Drake drove away Prince Danas and Mograine, but he didn't say a few words to Arthas.

Just as Arthas was getting bored, Varian walked into the room.

"Alsace, the banquet is about to begin!"

The prince of Stormwind said loudly.

"I think what you are thinking about is not the banquet, but the dance after that!"

Arthas said with a smile.

"No...no."

Varian's face was a little red.

"Don't you want to see Ms. Altea in her dress?"

Arthas teased Varian as he walked out.

"No... I don't want to!"

Varian retorted.

"Well, then I will tell Ms. Altea that you don't want to see her in a dress."

Arthas deliberately misinterpreted Varian's meaning.

"You... how do you..."

Varian flushed with anger. He wanted to teach Arthas a lesson, so he ran after him.

But as soon as Varian went out, he saw the person he wanted to meet—or the person he just denied that he wanted to meet.

Altea was wearing a water-blue dress, standing in the promenade, looking at Arthas and Varian in surprise.

"Your Royal Highness Prince Varian, Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, you are here!"

Altea said.

"Ah... yes yes..."

Varian stood up quickly, like a schoolboy.

"What are you doing here?"

This is Kalia's voice. She has changed back to a pale pink dress, which looks more playful.

"Varian and I just got out of my father's meeting... what are you doing here?"

Arthas asked.

"Jaina wanted to find her father, so we brought her here."

Kalia replied.

"Jaina?"

Arthas looked around, but couldn't find the little girl.

"Jaina, come out!"

Kalia pulled the little girl out from behind.

"Ah... Alsace..."

Jaina stood nervously beside Kalia, her hands gently twisted together.

"Yes, Kalia, you have a good vision! I just saw you wearing a pink dress, and thought you were wearing the same clothes as Jaina!"

Arthas said.

"How is that possible..."

Kalia touched Jaina's head triumphantly.

The little girl was wearing a creamy white small dress, her golden hair was carefully combed and tied into a bunch, wrapped around her shoulders and hung on her chest.

The lace/silk fabric sets off the girl's fair skin, and with the crimson on her face, she looks very cute.

"Also...is it okay?"

Jaina asked in a low voice.

"Well, it's cute!"

Arthas couldn't help looking at Jaina from the perspective of an adult, just like watching a child.

Cute... Jaina didn't know what kind of evaluation it was.

The little girl felt that Alsace hadn't been fascinated by herself... but it was better than the previous dress-it didn't even attract Alsace's attention.

Sister Kalia is really a good sister!