“Did you see Tarendon leave the palace?”
Kuss looked up, trying to remember, “Not Tarendon, but he was in disguise when he returned so maybe he was when he left.”
Kendra knew it would be difficult to reprimand the king’s brother and that his own men were getting into trouble for something that was not their fault. In such circumstances, to touch the king or his family, warranted the death penalty. “Tell me what you get out of this one.” Kendra nodded towards the prisoner before he left. “I shall be in my quarters.”
His quarters housed his earthly belongings, such as they were. Trophies of battles lying around waiting to be collected by his son. Closing the door gently he began to think. The king would listen to him surely. He could intercede for the men. Tarendon being in disguise proved his deceit. Maybe he should speak to the king now to put his mind at rest. Turning he went out of the door and towards the king’s private quarters.
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Kendra
FantasyDark he was and olive eyed. Fierce as the sun and white as the moon. He led an army of 10,000 men all trained in the arts of war. He lived in the Bosom of Abraham with his wife and children, but warred upon the earth to satiate his battle lust and n...
