Arthas, My Son

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 [bad word] with wisdom and strength. And I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power. But the [bad word] victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people. I tell you this, for when my days [bad word] to an end, you shall be King.