Banríon Laochra

My father Alasdair was an Elite Warrior To King Kieran Kineallen who was known to bring forth a time of unity among the different Clans of Kineallen. When his Son King Bran took the throne my Father retired Going back to his home The Valley of Epona, with his comrade and his wife and young son they made a home in the Valley of the Horse gods. I was born shortly after the move back to the valley where we would breed, raise and train war horses.

I was raised to be able to hold my own, to fear nothing, to crave knowledge and to do what is just. Alasdair had such a high standard of honor that the only thing I ever wanted to do was fight for my king as a battlemaid. After my father passed, a year later my mother passed. I lived with my father's friend and his family, his son Collin ever my close friend. My childhood like many had hard times but was largely not unhappy. I did train as a battle maid and a local guard when my skills sharpened, I swore Loyalty to King Bran and I hope to become a guard to the royal family.

Finally being summoned to serve my king I was thrilled at the honor, however, there was something strange about my arrival. I learned very quickly I was to be a part of a scheme. I am, (unknown to my knowlage) a look like princess Niamh, King Bran had made a Deal with another King called the wolf, for his help in a political matter he would give his hand to his daughter, locking in a very strong and much needed alliance.

My thoughts on this meant little, I was honored and bound to be my king, and among my time there I learned what I could and decided intimately I was going to go through with the scheme to give time to my loved ones at home but also for my survival. However there is going to be a very good chance my head would end up on a pike for this.

My people refer to him as Mac tire ri. His people see us as barbarians, we see them as invaders, they are kingdoms that are far away from the center of their empire that has in recent years fallen into civil war and have dystoryed them selves leaving small pockets of power to fend for themselves. Making men like Marcus Leocadus Kings. He is known to be fair but a shrewd tactician making him a formidable battlefield. By the time I got to the court I had planned not to assassinate him like my king asked of me, I wanted to see things for myself.

He sniffed out my lies like a wolf hunting a rabbit on a windy spring day. to be Fair I am an awful liar and thought I look like I could be the twin sister of the princess, I am no princess. King Bran underestimated Marcus and he underestimated me. For the next few hours, I was wedded to Marcus but even then I knew this was something different. I liked the man, we became fast allies. Things such as romance were never on my mind before, and quite honestly Marcus seemed to be a confirmed bacholar. I felt such an intense pull to him. I even stated to Marcus I had no intention of falling in love with him but honestly I think it was too late even then. We where each other fate and whatever happened to her it was with each other.