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 ...