|Dealing with headstrong princes
||[Dec. 15th, 2010|12:37 am]
Inspired by something Anduin says to you after you complete Unholy Cow:
"Hey, sir, we don't have to tell my father about that little ambush," said Anduin Wrynn. "If he finds out about an attempt on my life, he'd never allow me out of that keep..."
"Well, maybe I won't tell him and maybe I will," I said gruffly. "Ain't decided yet."
"Don't you 'but' me, kid!" I snapped, turning around suddenly to confront the young prince. "It's about time you started to learn what bein' a king really means! And the first thing it means is that it's about a lot more than just you!"
"You sound like my father," said Anduin impatiently, rolling his eyes.
"Listen, you were a kid when your father was missing - you have no idea what the realm of Stormwind was like, then. That bloody dragon made sure you didn't. But let me tell you, it was a nightmare. If you didn't live in the city proper, you feared for your life every day, and you had no idea whether anyone in Stormwind even cared."
"But everyone fears for their lives now," Anduin pointed out.
"Yes, that's true. But it's different now that your father's back. They know that someone's looking out for them. And if something happens to him again, they're going to depend on you," I said, prodding Anduin's chest with a finger. "And if you're gone, too... it'll make the days of Onyxia seem like a nursery school."
"But I can't just sit in the keep all day, doing nothing!" protested the prince.
"You'll stay where you need to stay, until you're strong enough to go out there yourself," I said grimly. "Both in body and in spirit. You're not the first headstrong prince I've met before, you know."
"Oh, really?" replied Anduin, arching an eyebrow.
"Oh yes. A prince who went out adventuring, fully grown in body, but still untested, untried in spirit. He pushed away anyone who would try to guide him or keep him on the straight and narrow."
"Who are you talking about?" said Anduin, perplexed but skeptical.
I fixed Anduin Wrynn with a cold stare. "His name was Arthas Menethil. And in the end, I slew him, with this weapon." I raised the heavy mace in one hand. "Do not make me have to come after you."