My son
The 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.