I, Teimil sa Miren, Duke of Flazi, Lord of Jutil, Knight of Anrien, cousin to the Queen and Amalgamator, Kyravere si Piren, feel it my duty to recount to you the story of a young woman with the heart of a king. Many years have passed since the events of my tale though it feels as if it was only yesterday. Where once I lived in splendour my wife and I now live in modest surrounds. Ostentatiousness doesn't give itself to hiding. As I sit by the flickering light of the last candle stub I will tell you a story of love and loss, courage and hardship, war and triumph, of facing one's demons and doing what needs to be done when you would rather run away. This is the story of Kyravere, an ordinary girl who, through no act of her own, was born into the royal family of a medium sized country on the sea, all its neighbours but one, Bashraan, swallowed by the ever increasing girth of the Haelean Empire. Her mother, Anya, was of the Rykoth people who dwell far to the north, on the other side of the Empire and head bright green eyes, fair skin and blonde hair. She was an ethereal beauty the like of which the Farielians, with their dark eyes, dark hair and olive skin, had never seen before. Her father, Piren, the dashing young hero-king of Fariel, the man who saved the country form the fate experienced by it's western neighbour, Besijil. The marriage had been arranged to ensure the Empire had an enemy at each end, top and bottom, but no one predicted the pair would eventually fall in love; love did not enter into the equation. Besides, Anya was strong willed, intelligent and opinionated, Piren a man used to being obeyed without challenge. It was when Anya died in childbirth that Piren's heart began to break, but that is another story, or at least, one that does not need to be told until later. Kyravere was the oldest child of the pair, born just twenty minutes before her twin brother Brythorn. The twins also had three younger sisters, Kapisia, Milani and Taia.

Kyravere was a strange young girl, in both looks and personality. She was of medium height, slim yet not quite skinny, with her mothers green eyes and dark blonde hair which shone like spun gold in the afternoon sunlight. She was also one of the most rash, arrogant, courageous, caring people I have ever known but, until that fateful day her brother was murdered, she was shy, naive and innocent. It was at this time, when the country was weakened by the lack of an heir, that the Haelean Empire struck. It was time for a girl to become a woman, a woman with the heart of a King…