Kieara had lived in Kingsbury all her life. She felt plain, but she was far from it. With a family that cared nothing for her, and was always gone leaving her to do nothing but tend to the shop, all off to their own glorious adventures, one tended to feel very plain. She thought there was nothing about her special. No spark. No anything....Just plain old Kieara who lived her life in routine, whose job it was to be routine, and whose life was planned out as one big routine. She had been walking in the market today to get some things for the shop her family owned, but they lacked the things she needed. There was a parade going on. Why would anyone celebrate that buffoon of a king? He'd done nothing but start another war. There was nothing to celebrate. And definitely no need to celebrate a man who was responsible for more killing and death. The young woman wore an emerald dress much like the stone around Damien's neck. She also wore a white bonnet over her hair. Out the back fell a pony tail that had long bright red ringlet curls coming from it. She had extravagant red hair. And to come with the red hair was a set of bright aquamarine eyes and a line of freckles coating her pale skin over her nose and cheeks. She was petite, but had curves and only stood at 5'1. She decided to take the alley ways home. It seemed like the best way to avoid the crowd and loudness of the parade going on out in the streets. The parade she wanted no part of. She sighed as she walked, but was stopped by two large soldiers. "Why hello there." she frowned backing up. "Aww look you scared her." He glared at his friend. "Maybe I like a little lady when she's scared."