原创 The king rubbed his bearded chin

An able administrator, too, if King Terenas were any judge, not to mention someone certain to remain a true ally and friend to Lordaeron. . . . “No, indeed, Prestor!” The king reached up to pat the much taller lord on the shoulder. Prestor had to be nearly seven feet in height, but while slim, he could hardly be called lanky. Prestor well fit his blue and black dress uniform, looking every inch the martial hero. “You've much to be proud about . . . and much to be rewarded for! I'll not soon forget your part in this, believe me!” cheap wow gold Prestor fairly beamed, likely believing he would soon have his tiny realm restored to him. Terenas decided to let the boy keep that little dream; when the ruler of Lordaeron proposed him as new monarch of Alterac, the expression on Prestor's face would be that much more entertaining. It was not every day that someone became king . . . unless they inherited the position, of course. Terenas's honored guest saluted him, then, bowing gracefully, retreated from the imperial chamber.

The elder man frowned after Prestor left, thinking aion kina that the silken curtains, the golden chandeliers, and even the pure white marble floor could not brighten the room enough now that the young noble had departed. Truly Lord Prestor stood out among the many odious courtiers flocking to the palace. Here was a man anyone could believe in, a man worthy of trust and respect in all matters. Terenas wished his own son could have been more like Prestor. The king rubbed his bearded chin. Yes, the perfect man to rebuild the honor of a land and at the same time restore harmony between the members of the <?XML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = ST1 />Alliance. New and strong blood.

Considering the matter further, Terenas thought of his daughter, Calia. Still a child, but certainly soon to be a beauty. Perhaps one day, if matters went well, he and Prestor could strengthen their friendship and alliance with a royal marriage, too. Yes, he would go talk to his advisors now, relate to them his royal opinion. aionkina Terenas felt certain that they would agree with him on this decision. He had met no one yet who disliked the young noble. King Prestor of Alterac.Terenas could just imagine the look on his friend's face when he learned the extent of his reward. . . . “You've the shadow of a smile on your face—did someone die a horrible, grisly, bloody death, o venomous one?”