"We also sleep in bed/on, and it's not like there's no place. "Arthas stripped off the casual clothes he wore for dinner, until all that was left was his shirt and trousers.www.biquge.info

"That'...... How can we sleep with this stupid dragon?" protested Frost Sorrow.

"What's the deal......" Arthas yawned - would you like to take a shower......? I'm exhausted.

"But, but...... "Frost Sorrow sat down beside Arthas, "only a couple can sleep together...... The master and Xiaoshuang must get married, what's the matter with this big stupid dragon?"

"How can there be such a rule......" Arthas was amused by the sorrow of the frost.

"And...... And the stupid dragon got into our bed without taking off his shoes!" Frost Sorrow said angrily at the nonchalant smile on Arthas's face.

How can the master not pay attention to such a thing? Only he can lie on the master's bed/, especially when the master is still sleeping on it!

"And others ......," Arthas dotingly scraped the tip of Frost's sad nose with his fingers, "haven't you always taken off your shoes to bed?"

"Anyway...... Anyway, master, let's get her out of here!" Frost Grief was still haunted by the Red Dragon Queen's sleep here.

"Forget it, Frost ......," Arthas climbed into bed, Frost Sorrow blinking, "Your Excellency is already pitiful. ”

"Master, you've always been so abusive...... "Frost Sorrow was very dissatisfied, but she didn't say anything more, she sensibly kicked off her shoes, and with a pair of playful little bare feet, she ran to Arthas's side and put her arms around him.

"Hey, Frost, tell me beforehand, Your Excellency is here, don't mess around!" Arthas also wrapped his arms around Frost Sorrow's slender and soft waist, leaning his face against her chest, feeling the strange cold feeling.

"Sure enough, let's get rid of her, and then we'll do something shameful, master!" Hearing Arthas say this, Frost's sorrow turned to bad thoughts again.

"Arthas......" At this moment, the Red Dragon Queen suddenly spoke, and an extremely small voice spat out from her lips, as if it was just a confused murmur.

Arthas motioned for Frost Sorrow to stop talking, then turned his head to look at the Red Dragon Queen.

The sleeping beauty had a look of grief and horror on her face, and her hands moved to her chest, clutching the hem of her dress tightly.

Her Excellency must have said that she was the lover...... Arthas thought this, and sighed inwardly—I wonder what kind of promise the guy with the same name as himself had made, and what had happened between him and Her Excellency the Queen, that it would do her so much harm.

"Arthas, don't leave me......" The Red Dragon Queen seemed to have a nightmare, and she reached out sharply and grabbed one of Arthas's arms.

"Oops!" Arthas exclaimed, hurrying to see the Red Dragon Queen's face.

The Red Dragon Queen's eyes were still tightly closed, as if she had not yet woken up from her sleep, much to Arthas's embarrassment - what was he going to do?

"Master, this stupid dragon is too much!" Frostmourn huffed and hugged Arthas's other arm.

"Don't be noisy, Xiaoshuang...... Forget it, Her Excellency is very uncomfortable, she can do whatever she likes......" Arthas sighed, turned over and lay on his back, lest he be torn in half by the two women.

"The master always says that, but who will comfort Frost!" said Frost Sorrow, clenching Arthas's arm in his arms, pitifully.

Xiaoshuang's owner is about to be half taken away by this stupid dragon, who can understand Xiaoshuang's discomfort!

"Alright, Frost, stop messing around......" Arthas patted Little Magic Sword's cheek and said, "You don't need to sleep, I still need it......"

"Oh......" Frost Grief closed her mouth aggrievedly and rested her head lightly on Arthas's body.

For a moment, Alsace's bedroom became very quiet, except for the faint candlelight on the wall hanging, and the even breathing of the three people on the bed/on it.

"Master, are you asleep?" asked Frost Sorrow cautiously.

"Not ...... yet" Arthas opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Frost's sad face, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Frost is going to be the queen of her master, isn't she?" said Frost's sad eyes, filled with anticipation.

"Well, that's right. Arthas nodded.

"Oh......" Frost Grief snorted, then stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" Arthas asked curiously—he didn't think Frost Sorrow would be interested in the position of queen of a mortal nation, but why did Little Magic Sword bother with that title?

"Queen...... How's that going?" Frost asked sadly, "Master, Frost has never been a queen...... Will it be a disgrace to the owner?"

Sometimes, Frost Sorrow feels that it is good to stay by her master's side like this, and to be a heartless little girl.

But the lord is His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron, and sooner or later he will inherit the throne, and if he is the wife of his master, he will become the queen of the country.

In the memories of those souls who were robbed of Frost Sorrow, the "Queen" was without exception a high-minded and inviolable existence, and those souls respected their queen very much, but Frost Sorrow had little confidence in herself.

Especially after meeting the Red Dragon Queen, Frost Sorrow cares a lot about what the Red Dragon said happened 10,000 years ago.

Frostgrief had been haunted by her past - what had she been doing before she met Arthas again?—sleeping, having been caught in a rune sword by Naozu.

Before that, he had met Kil'Gardan of the Burning Legion and had absorbed a bit of his soul power from him, but in his previous memories, Frostmourn was completely gone.

Frost Grief couldn't figure out who he was, what had happened before, could it be that there was really a master before the current master, as those red dragons said?

This...... It's horrible!

Frost Sorrow shuddered - it must not be like this, the master is his only master.

"The host...... We'll never be separated, no matter what happens, right?" said Frost Grief as he rolled over Arthas's body, holding Arthas's face in both hands.

"Of course, Frost. "Arthas made a promise to Frost Grief.

"Hmm!" Frost Sorrow nodded, then lowered her head and fell on Arthas's body, kissing her master on the lips fiercely.