"Kris…"
The prince's ears twitched when he heard his name, turning back to see who had called out to him.
A large sized man with cat ears on top of his head walked up to him, a large greatsword strapped to his back.
He had a head of greying hair that showed his ears but his face was still boyish looking, making him look more like a young man with grey hair instead.
"Father," he greeted with a bow.
The older man nodded, "How is your training going?"
"It is going well, father. Worry not, I am prepared to join the defense of the city."
His father sighed, "To think… There would come a day where our proud kingdom is pushed to the brink like this. I fear this may be the last days of our kingdom."
Kris straightened himself, "It's alright, father. Elder sister is leading the civilians and those who cannot fight out of the city to a safe place. We will be able to hold them here. Even if we are to fall here, we will not bring shame to our family name."
