ATTACK!

"Haha," Dominic chuckled, handing the paper back to Feline, "as expected of our strategist. How many men do you have?"

"Not that much… only 10,000 because we planned to enhance the army we already have out here rather than be the army ourselves," Feline replied, hiding the fact that they had only planned for 2000 people at first.

Dominic hesitated for a moment before beginning the next question, "...how about Boris?" He asked nervously, "is he o-"

"YOUR MAJESTY!" Someone yelled, grabbing Dominic's attention. "YOUR MAJESTY! TROUBLE AT THE FRONT LINES!"

Dominic's head turned to the soldier in alarm, "What is it?!" He asked sternly.

"The enemies have launched a big attack and have lots of men down, we need whatever help we can have right now," the soldier reported.

Dominic turned to Litian and gave a little nod, then back to Feline, "when do you think we should move forward?"

"Move..forward?" Feline asked, unable to comprehend her prince's question.