I play as a beast in World of Warcraft（R18）

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"Your Highness, have some water and freshly baked bread." Bridget, clad in battle-worn armor, approached Arthas with a tray, her eyes curiously sizing up the prince who had saved her countless times today.

She knew Arthas, but their interactions had only been nods and greetings.

In Lordaeron, there were many nobles and their offspring, with numerous noble daughters vying for Arthas's attention, yet none succeeded.

"Thank you today, Your Highness. If it weren't for you, I might have perished."

Arthas, since childhood, had always been polite and courteous to everyone, with a hint of sorrow in his eyes that was quite captivating to women.

His reputation was excellent; while other princes indulged in revelry, Arthas dedicated himself to learning, making him a promising future husband.

Arthas also observed Bridget earnestly, shaking his head with a smile, "No need to thank me, it's all for the kingdom. Wasn't our last meeting three years ago?"

"Yes, ever since Your Highness followed Lord Muradin for training, we rarely saw you," Bridget replied with a smile, her bravery even earning the admiration of men.

At this moment, she exuded leadership qualities in the story, she would eventually inherit her deceased father's position, taking over the Scarlet Crusade, a formidable leader who tragically perished in Northrend due to her radical methods.

The Scarlet Crusade was a twisted organization driven by the fear of the undead, considering anyone not joining them as infected and must be eliminated.

It was an extremely radical group with competent commanders, captains, soldiers, and craftsmen, making their deaths truly regrettable.

"As a prince, I must ensure I have the ability to protect my people. Bridget, you have done well. I need your help, and if the opportunity arises, I would like you to become my deputy and assist me."

Arthas gazed sincerely at the resolute Bridget, recognizing her exceptional military prowess and leadership qualities, making her naturally suited to be a leader.

He was not lacking in capable individuals but in those he could trust and control.

Using descendants of nobles often led to instability, as their loyalty lay with their lineage, posing a threat to the kingdom.

Arthas preferred not to rely on nobles; although some showed promise, the risks outweighed the benefits. Once united, they could challenge even the king, causing turmoil that could cripple the entire kingdom.

When the common people suffered, it often led to unrest.

The issue of noble feudalism was deeply entrenched, spanning over two thousand years, making change a gradual process.

Women like Bridget posed fewer problems; if Arthas was resolute, he could integrate them into his inner circle. Their loyalty would remain steadfast, making them the ideal choice.

Arthas knew well that when noble families fell, their wives often fled with their children, showing that talk of shared hardships was mere nonsense.

Strength and power were paramount wealth was the foundation, with love being a secondary consideration.

"Oh! Can I?" Bridget, not yet the Crusade's Grand Marshal a decade later, was still a young maiden.

Noble girls had no specific age for marriage some wed as young as twelve, while others waited until their thirties or forties. Living in comfort meant fewer societal constraints.

Arthas placed his hands on Bridget's shoulders, giving her a reassuring squeeze, causing a slight blush to color her cheeks. "Of course, I am building my own army, with an important mission to fulfill. It's not just about protecting Lordaeron but safeguarding the world."

Seeing Arthas's earnest gaze, Bridget hesitated, biting her lip in contemplation. "I-I am willing. But, Your Highness, my father and elder brother are off fighting orcs. I must defend our homeland, so I may not be able to accompany you for now. Once my father returns, I will follow in your footsteps!"

"I will personally speak to Alfred about this. I was just seeking your opinion, which is important to me." Arthas gazed at the beautiful girl before him. Unlike Calia's gentle and wise demeanor, Bridget exuded a bold and heroic charm, with fair and exquisite skin. It was quite remarkable that she, a warrior, possessed such fair and delicate features, almost like a beauty.

"I'm willing," blushed Bridget, finding Arthas very attractive.

In fact, Arthas was unaware that his presence, due to the existence of the Titan Soul Aeonus within him, made him a Lifebinder. Simply standing in place could make flowers bloom, creating a unique appeal to those of living essence.

Therefore, anyone who saw him would not feel aversion. On the contrary, the deceased and the undead would find him repulsive, as the essence of the living was too strong.

There were pros and cons, but the benefits outweighed the drawbacks.

"Then it's settled. Rest well tonight, everything is under my care." Arthas embraced the young female warrior, seizing the opportunity to charm her. Capturing her and making her his spouse would be a great advantage to him. A woman who could fight and stand independently could hold the fort at home, something he greatly needed.

"Okay," Bridget leaned on Arthas's shoulder and fell asleep unknowingly.

Even a faint snore could be heard. She was exhausted, and these past few days had been nothing short of a nightmare for her.

Suddenly, the Naga launched a massive attack, civilians were being continuously killed, territories were being lost, and it seemed like a hopeless situation.

When the tense nerves relaxed, one would naturally become very tired and enter a state of sleep. It was the body's way of self-preservation.

Watching the sleeping beauty in his arms, Arthas shook his head helplessly and gently guided her back to her quarters.

It was only natural to escort her back since she was the daughter of a great Lord and would have attendants. Arthas had no intention of taking advantage of her vulnerability; there was no need for that.