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King Brent
This is an intro of King Brent from the book "18".18: A Lands of Mother Novel
Brent Jensen had been King now for over 12 years. With nearly a unanimous vote of confidence by his fellow Commanders, Queen Shirley Carillo had crowned him in the early part of 519. His Queen was a wonderful and compassionate woman and he had no difficulties serving.
He was sad for old King Philip, but the Queen had been extremely patient with his blundering and poor decisions, depending on the commanders to clean up his messes. It got to the point, however, that she could no longer abide it and she forced the seventy year old King into retirement. She had built the man a home on Northern Cutter of the Eagle Islands, hired him a staff and let him live out his remaining days in peace. Queen Shirley refused requests from the sisterhood to install an age law for kings, saying each Queen would decide.
That is how Brent became the King. He loved Queen Shirley for the confidence she showed in appointing him. The relationship would last but two years. While escorting her on her tour and audiences, Queen Shirley passed away from a massive heart attack, her last breath taken as he cradled her head in his arm, three miles from the gate of Pelican Sound and their clinics.
That brought along his second Queen, Queen Pamela Canton, the youngest Queen in history at 25 years of age. An absolute charmer she was. Was, being the key word. At some point during her reign, she had gone totally bonkers. She had become mean, disrespectful and belligerent with the peoples, making her extremely unpopular. Then, what was left of her compassion departed as well. She flooded three villages, killing thousands before Supreme High Sister Kai Ming caught up to her and arrested her on the eastern shore. Brent was still stinging from the Sister beating him to her.
Two days past he had been sitting on his deck, teaching his son how to use a hammer, when the missive was delivered to him by Sister Heather. The sisterhood of Dawn’s Landing had completed the investigation and trial of Queen Pamela. He had read over the trial notes and investigation reports and when he finished, the still present Sister Heather handed him a second missive. That one had been from His Holiness, sentencing Queen Pamela to death for genocide.
One day past, he left Silver Mountain for Dawn’s Landing. It had been a troubled ride. The thought of what he had to do ate at him with every passing yard of the ride, but he knew it was not something he could pass to another. When he arrived at Dawn’s Landing, he wasted no time contacting His Holiness to get this deed done, having no desire to think on it more. Within an hour of arriving at Dawn’s Landing, King Brent Jensen did the unthinkable. He beheaded a Queen.
It had not been a worry free rest of the evening, despite the efforts of the sisters and the soldiers of his Own. Not even his niece was able to ease his troubled mind, nor the news of a new Queen having been swept. It would probably take days to locate her, anyway. Even though he knew the effort to be useless, he made an attempt at sleep.
He lay in the room of the Queen’s Mansion for nearly an hour without any luck, when his Captain entered and told him of the rider from Road Safety saying the Queen had been located. Within an hour he and his men were horsed and once again on the road. He wondered the entire ride if this Queen would be compassionate toward the peoples. He didn’t need her to be Queen Shirley, he just needed her not to be Queen Pamela.
The first thought he had when he arrived was what a worthless excuse for a Queen this woman was going to be. She lay unconscious in the arms of Desiree, the wife of his best friend, who was trying to cool her forehead. She was either a drunkard or medically impaired. This did not bode well!
Brent Jensen had been King now for over 12 years. With nearly a unanimous vote of confidence by his fellow Commanders, Queen Shirley Carillo had crowned him in the early part of 519. His Queen was a wonderful and compassionate woman and he had no difficulties serving.
He was sad for old King Philip, but the Queen had been extremely patient with his blundering and poor decisions, depending on the commanders to clean up his messes. It got to the point, however, that she could no longer abide it and she forced the seventy year old King into retirement. She had built the man a home on Northern Cutter of the Eagle Islands, hired him a staff and let him live out his remaining days in peace. Queen Shirley refused requests from the sisterhood to install an age law for kings, saying each Queen would decide.
That is how Brent became the King. He loved Queen Shirley for the confidence she showed in appointing him. The relationship would last but two years. While escorting her on her tour and audiences, Queen Shirley passed away from a massive heart attack, her last breath taken as he cradled her head in his arm, three miles from the gate of Pelican Sound and their clinics.
That brought along his second Queen, Queen Pamela Canton, the youngest Queen in history at 25 years of age. An absolute charmer she was. Was, being the key word. At some point during her reign, she had gone totally bonkers. She had become mean, disrespectful and belligerent with the peoples, making her extremely unpopular. Then, what was left of her compassion departed as well. She flooded three villages, killing thousands before Supreme High Sister Kai Ming caught up to her and arrested her on the eastern shore. Brent was still stinging from the Sister beating him to her.
Two days past he had been sitting on his deck, teaching his son how to use a hammer, when the missive was delivered to him by Sister Heather. The sisterhood of Dawn’s Landing had completed the investigation and trial of Queen Pamela. He had read over the trial notes and investigation reports and when he finished, the still present Sister Heather handed him a second missive. That one had been from His Holiness, sentencing Queen Pamela to death for genocide.
One day past, he left Silver Mountain for Dawn’s Landing. It had been a troubled ride. The thought of what he had to do ate at him with every passing yard of the ride, but he knew it was not something he could pass to another. When he arrived at Dawn’s Landing, he wasted no time contacting His Holiness to get this deed done, having no desire to think on it more. Within an hour of arriving at Dawn’s Landing, King Brent Jensen did the unthinkable. He beheaded a Queen.
It had not been a worry free rest of the evening, despite the efforts of the sisters and the soldiers of his Own. Not even his niece was able to ease his troubled mind, nor the news of a new Queen having been swept. It would probably take days to locate her, anyway. Even though he knew the effort to be useless, he made an attempt at sleep.
He lay in the room of the Queen’s Mansion for nearly an hour without any luck, when his Captain entered and told him of the rider from Road Safety saying the Queen had been located. Within an hour he and his men were horsed and once again on the road. He wondered the entire ride if this Queen would be compassionate toward the peoples. He didn’t need her to be Queen Shirley, he just needed her not to be Queen Pamela.
The first thought he had when he arrived was what a worthless excuse for a Queen this woman was going to be. She lay unconscious in the arms of Desiree, the wife of his best friend, who was trying to cool her forehead. She was either a drunkard or medically impaired. This did not bode well!
