What was a "filial son," anyway? It sounded odd. Still, Arthas really was quite devoted to his parents.
Arthas had studied under Uther and Tirion, receiving a paladin's education from childhood. To his parents, he was an obedient, sensible son. To the royal nobility, he was a capable prince who knew right from wrong. To the common people, he was an approachable leader who spoke up for them.
It was no exaggeration to say that Arthas possessed a flawless character. He embodied the paladin faith of the entire Order of the Silver Hand.
Yet even such a perfect young leader had failed to stir Jaina's heart. Whenever they spent time together, she always felt an indescribable distance between them.
A few years earlier, Arthas had gone to Dalaran for further study. The two had spent some time together.
Back then, Jaina had been one of the academy's most outstanding young students. Not only was she exceptionally gifted in magic and cheerful by nature, but most importantly, she was beautiful.
Arthas was no exception to the usual rules of attraction, especially since his parents also intended to arrange a marriage alliance with Kul Tiras.
As Archmage Antonidas's assistant, Jaina attended classes alongside Arthas. They got along reasonably well.
In his free time, Arthas often sought Jaina out to chat.
Jaina frequently declined his invitations, saying she had other classes.
At first, Jaina had doubted her own decisions. He was the prince of Lordaeron, already renowned at just sixteen, and practically perfect.
As adolescent girls, Jaina and Lucille had always dreamed of marrying such a perfect man. He was kind, capable, and handsome. Most importantly, Arthas was the future ruler of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
He was a true Prince Charming.
That was what Jaina said, but she simply could not muster