My son, the day you were born, the very forests of Lordaeron
whispered the 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.