Now, the vanguard bound for Northrend consisted of Stormwind City's core Seventh Legion, along with the Royal Guard. The forces of the Northern Expedition were the Alliance's finest.
"Thank you for your efforts, my lord." Varian's tone conveyed sincerity and respect. As a king, Varian was undoubtedly grateful to Bolvar, and as a friend, his gratitude was beyond measure.
Bolvar dared not meet Varian's eyes. Ever since the truth about Onyxia had been exposed, he had felt guilty. It was his failure to govern Stormwind City properly that had allowed that evil Black Dragon to rise, step by step, to the highest ranks of the House of Lords.
As for the fact that the House of Lords was still following Countess Katrana's policies, Bolvar chose to overlook it. After all, from the standpoint of an ordinary administrator, there was indeed nothing wrong with the plans and policies Katrana had devised. Stormwind City's development over the years said it all, and her gradual rise to the highest ranks of the House of Lords was understandable.
Yet Bolvar still felt guilty, because Onyxia's goal had been to destroy Stormwind City. Otherwise, why would she have kidnapped Varian? Everything she had done before had ultimately been a façade, a smokescreen meant to deceive everyone.
"I hardly deserve your thanks, Your Majesty." Bolvar was filled with remorse. "I hope this Northern Expedition will allow me to make amends for my past mistakes."
"You are too hard on yourself, Grand Duke Bolvar. You have always been a pillar of the Kingdom of Stormwind. Without your wholehearted support, Stormwind City would not have regained its former peace. The true culprit was that Black Dragon. Your contributions to the people of the kingdom deserve everyone's respect."
For this Northern Expedition against the Lich King, Bolvar had also