My Frostmourne can't be so cute

King Terenas' desk and chair were very comfortable, but for Arthas, it was obviously not fit.

Arthas could only move his chair forward, then slumped on the table and continued to look at his files.

When Alsace took state affairs seriously, Frostmourne became boring.

The Little Demon Sword was spinning in front of his master, smiling hippiely, trying to attract the master's attention, but Arthas hesitated to deal with a few words, and then continued to plunge into the pile of documents.

Frostmourne pursed his mouth in annoyance, but soon, seeing the little magic sword whose owner was always frowning, he began to feel sorry for Arthas again.

The host is so pitiful, can't play with Xiaoshuang, but there are still these boring things here...

——Frostmourne thought so.

After a while, Frostmourne thought of what he could do for Arthas.

"Master, get up first!"

Frostmourne said loudly beside Arthas.

"Huh? What? Xiaoshuang, I'm busy, don't disturb me..."

Arthas raised his head helplessly, and said to Frostmourne.

"Get up!"

Frostmourne insisted in a coquettish tone.

"Well...Xiaoshuang, what are you going to do?"

Arthas reluctantly jumped from his chair, and then asked distressedly.

Frostmourne didn't answer, but bent down and moved the soft chair back, and then sat down on it.

"Xiaoshuang, stop making trouble, I still have to look at these files!"

Arthas looked at Frostmourne and said with a wry smile.

"Xiaoshuang is not making trouble! Master, sit up!"

Frostmourne patted his thigh seriously, and then said.

"Sit up?"

Arthas asked in surprise.

"Hmm! Master, are you uncomfortable sitting like that? Then sit on Xiaoshuang's lap! So Master, you can get the table!"

Frostmourne said seriously.

"Xiaoshuang, you..."

Arthas didn't know what to say. It turned out that Frostmourne only looked at his sitting posture and worried that he was sitting uncomfortably, so he would act as a "cushion" for himself.

"Well, master, come up soon!"

Seeing Alsace's hesitation, Frostmourne couldn't help picking up his master and put it on his lap.

"Master, you continue to read the files, Xiaoshuang will be very good!"

Frostmourne packed a ticket to Arthas.

"Ok."

Arthas turned his head and glanced gratefully at Frostmourne, then leaned back slightly, using Frostmourne's soft double/peak as the backrest, and started working comfortably.

However, Arthas soon discovered that the "good" Frostmourne said was not good at all!

Arthas was looking at those documents carefully, mostly letters written by merchants and nobles to King Terenas, and some of Lordaeron's lords reported what happened in their land.

And Frostmourne, after experiencing the initial silence, began to cause trouble on the edge of Arthas.

Either pulling Arthas's hair or poking him in the back; what's more, Frostmourne even tried to put his cold little hand into Alsace's pants.

"Xiaoshuang, you..."

Although Arthas stopped Frostmourne's strange behavior many times, this guy just stuck his tongue out, and then quieted for a while, and he fell back.

Not to mention Frostmourne and Arthas quarreling in the soft chair of King Terenas, so what kind of personal matter does the Lordaeron master have to deal with so urgently?

After King Terenas left his study, surrounded by several guards, he bypassed a long corridor and came to a small balcony on the second floor of the palace.

Here, there is a round table and two soft chairs. One of the soft chairs already has an owner.

It was a lady wearing a gorgeous lavender robe, her silver-gray hair curled in a circle on top of her head, and a mahogany staff with crystal pink gems on top was placed by the round table.

This lady was a mage—if Arthas was there, he would definitely be able to recognize it. This was the female mage named Modra who was next to Archmage Antonidas that day.

"You came."

Modra was holding a cup of black tea and sipped lightly. Seeing the figure of King Terenas, she gracefully put down the tea cup in her hand and asked with a smile.

"Ok."

King Terenas snorted, waved his hand, motioned the guards to leave, and gave them enough personal space.

Then, the master of Lordaeron sat opposite Arch Mage Modra; he first glanced at the woman opposite, then lowered his head, looked at the steaming black tea in front of him, and said nothing. .

"I haven't seen you for so many years, don't you have anything to say to me?"

An annoyance flashed in the eyes of Grand Master Modra, and then said in a strange tone.

Although the color of her hair indicates that the mage is no longer young, her look and expression at the moment looks no different from that of a girl.

"You... haven't returned to Dalaran yet?"

King Terenas asked in a low voice.

"No, Antonidas left first, and I... I still have something to do."

Grand Master Modra said.

"What's the matter? If there is anything I can help, I must..."

King Terenas said politely.

"I have something to say to someone."

The Archmage Modra stared at King Terenas closely. Although he lowered his head, his Majesty could feel the oppressive gaze from the opposite side.