"I'm going to fuck you at the Stormwind manor tonight!" Arthas whispered, nibbling on Queen Taria's earlobe. Playing with a friend's mother was a very immoral thing to do, but the sense of conquest generated by their intercourse was so intense that neither he nor Queen Taria could turn back. Fucking her once was more intense than fucking other women ten times before.
"Mmm, Varian will find out. It'll be hard for you to face him then. I'm worried you two will clash, and that wouldn't be good for you." Queen Taria had already cast her son to the back of her mind; her heart was gradually being occupied by Arthas. This kind of rough violation was a very disrespectful act, yet she felt no anger at all, but rather a kind of joy from being conquered.
"I'll make the arrangements. It's settled. Go back and cook. I'll go back with Varian for dinner later. I'm his stepfather in a way, hehe. I'll arrange it," Arthas said with a lewd smile, fondling the breast covered in his handprints. This was the breast that had nursed the king of Stormwind, and now it was being casually toyed with by him. It really proved the saying: you see me as a friend, I see you as a son!
After leaving the tent, Arthas found Varian and gave him a tour of his military camp. Some of the Orcs had been dispatched to the Redridge Mountains to recruit other Orcs, while some remained here to undergo re-education.
"Won't these Orcs betray you?" Varian had no fondness for Orcs. If it weren't for the Horde, the Kingdom of Stormwind would not have been destroyed.
"They won't. They worship strength. As long as you are powerful enough, you can subdue them. I'll come to your place for dinner tonight. Auntie Taria's braised fish is the best," Arthas said with a smile, watching Taria walk away in the distance. She was limping slightly. It seemed he had been a bit too rough with her, and her legs were a little numb and sore, which was why she was walking abnormally.
"Great!" Varian was overjoyed, his eyes on the Orcs undergoing re-education. It basically involved each one of them getting up to recount their experiences in the Horde, and then listening to how good life was for the Orcs who had submitted to Arthas.
Arthas put his arm around Varian's shoulder and walked to a campfire. He said in a low voice, "Varian, I have something to tell you. I'm sorry if this troubles you, but I have to say it to get it off my chest."
The wise and powerful Arthas actually had something to tell him? Judging by his expression, could this be something important and extremely confidential? Or was it a secret?
"Go ahead, I'm listening." Varian's expression was very serious. He fully trusted his good friend.
"I think I might have fallen for Auntie Taria," Arthas said, his tone heavy as he poked the campfire with a fork.
"What!" Varian was stunned. His good friend had fallen for his mother? What kind of situation was this?
"I said I like Auntie Taria. I'm serious. I have no reason to lie to you. I like your mother." Arthas placed his hands on Varian's shoulders and looked at him with sincere eyes. This future leader of the Alliance was now nothing more than a defeated dog.
Varian's lips moved, but no words came out. He didn't even know what he was supposed to say. What the fuck did he want him to say?
Arthas took out a bottle of beer and handed it to Varian, then took a drink himself. It was brewed from wheat, something he had tricked Chromie into fermenting with her time-acceleration magic. For that, he had been bitten several times by Chromie; there were still teeth marks on his arm. That bronze Dragon was truly violent!
"I've liked her for a long time. I know this might be difficult. When I found out Auntie Taria was being corrupted by a demon, the best solution was to kill her, which would also kill the demon possessing her. But I couldn't do it. She's the woman of my dreams; I've liked her since I was very young. Varian, now you know why I was so determined to save her, right? My recent meeting with the Dragons was also to find a way to cure her."
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and the awkwardness turned somewhat desolate, somewhat tragic. Listening to Arthas's words, recalling the little things from the past, Varian felt it deeply as well.
"Does my mother know?" Varian asked a nonsensical question. The beer in his mouth had also turned a bit bitter.
"I don't know. I plan to confess to her tonight. If she accepts me, I'll take care of her for the rest of her life. Cherish her, love her, until she's cured. Varian, we're good friends. I don't want to hide this from you. I'm sorry, I know this will cause you trouble, but no matter what, I hope we can still be good friends. There are very few nobles I respect. Most of them are useless gluttons, with no ability and no humanity. You're different. Our shoulders bear too much, too much pressure." Arthas shook his head, spouting utter nonsense with a straight face.
It was true. As princes, the sole heirs to the throne, they were destined to become kings. Their kingdoms were bound not just by emotion, but also by interests.
Varian pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and patted Arthas on the shoulder.
"Good brother, I don't object to this. If my mother accepts you, I will bless you. But you can't bully her, and you can't force her."
"My father is gone. He also loved my mother deeply and would have wanted her to live a good life. I haven't seen my mother smile in a long time. If being with you makes her happy, then I will grant you my blessing. I won't object; I will even bless you," Varian said magnanimously. It was unclear whether he was just going with the flow or if he truly felt this was for the best.
Arthas gratefully picked up his beer bottle and clinked it with Varian's. "Thanks. In a few days, we'll set out for the Redridge Mountains. The restoration of the kingdom will require a lot of financial expenditure. We'll have a good talk about it then. I don't have money either, but I can make money. If we partner up, we can earn even more. When you have money in your hands, you're a real king. Otherwise, you'll still have to answer to the other great lords."
"Mm, it's a deal." Varian felt a bitter taste in his mouth, but what could he do by refusing? It would only lead to animosity. Besides, he admired Arthas for being able to tell him this so frankly. It seemed Arthas didn't see him as an outsider.
As for being played? Varian hadn't considered it. With Arthas's prestige, what kind of woman couldn't he get? Why would he possibly play him? Besides the emotional aspect, there were also the interests at stake. All these factors influenced his decision to agree.