My father was a legend. He oversaw the rebuilding of Stormwind, stood toe-to-toe with dragons, led the Alliance to numerous victories.
Then, one day, he was just... gone.
I wear his crown, I hold his title. But I've done nothing to earn them... or the faith of my people.
I've spent the war sequestered in the keep, surrounded by guards and advisors. I need to walk the streets of Stormwind, to know whether it is hope or fear that beats in the hearts of my people.
I welcome your company.