Kaleen was the guard on duty outside the king's quarters. Nodding at the guard Kendra asked, "Is the king in, I need to see him?"
Kaleen became surly for he was one of the king's private guards and resented Kendra. "He is with his brother. He doesn't want to be disturbed."
This set Kendra aback. His plan to head off Tarendon's attack on the guards had failed. Ne'er mind, he would repair the damage later. For now he would seek out his second to find out what his own company had been doing since he had been away.
Lacan was his chosen second, a friend to both Chelnuk and Nima. He was young but, as with all seconds, he would seem to grow old in an instant. In a single dwelling by the stream, just beyond the boundary of the city, stood the dwelling of Lacan. As Kendra was walking towards it Lacan's wife saw him and waved. She had no idea of the special relationship they had, of the secret Lacan kept even from the king.
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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...
