PRINCE MARROK’S POV
Standing at the West Kingdom border, I stood next to Lowe and Commander Loft. We listened in as the East Kingdom army arrived. These damn people came on horseback and chariots. I could hear Commander Loft burst out laughing while Lowe blushed in embarrassment.
“How do they expect to win the war with those ancient artifacts?” Commander Loft snickere.
“Go easy on them. My mate is from the East Kingdom,” I spoke up, silencing Commander Loft while Lowe beamed with pride.
Soon we saw Prince Boris approaching with Faolan Kurt. Lowe’s eyes widened as he stared at his father in shock.
“He came,” Lowe whispered.
“Who is that with Prince Boris?” Commander Loft inquired.
“Lowe’s father. What a surprise!” I chuckled.
We watched as Prince Boris got off the horse and Faolan Kurt followed suit. His eyes widened as he searched the surrounding area. It’s obvious he was looking for Prince Kloud.
“I am afraid he is not here,” I spoke up, and Faolan cursed.