Character Profile: Keari Mykorro

I had fun with the profile for Faylanna, so I thought I’d do it again. This time, Keari Mykorro, the Crown Prince of the Empire. You’re not getting a picture this time, because I haven’t been able to find one that actually fits him. It makes me a bit sad, but I’d rather not put one up that isn’t right. I’ll give you a bit of a description though.

Keari is quite tall, a fair bit over six feet, and well-built from his long hours sword-fighting with his bodyguard. His straight brown hair just touches his shoulders and is usually left loose. His brown eyes are piercing. He usually frowns slightly when he’s concentrating.

Keari’s father, Valteray, became the Emperor of Rianza very early in his life, and as his only son, Keari became the heir to the throne when he was only five.

He grew up with the myriad duties that came with his position, long before he truly understood any of them. Yet he did his best to fulfill them and do what was asked of him, wanting to make his father proud. But strange things happened around him and he didn’t understand why.

By the time he was eight, Keari had finally figured out what was happening to him. He was capable of magic. He tried his best to hide it, knowing that if others found out, it would be disaster for his father. The Law of Succession forbade Magicia from becoming Emperor.

Then a year later, the Empress was again expecting and Keari finally revealed the truth to his father. Deciding to conceal his son’s nature for his own reasons, Valteray brought a teacher in for his son, the great scholar Eliar, who brought his family to the palace with him. That was when Keari met Lydia, Eliar’s granddaughter.

From that moment, Keari and Lydia were inseperable, though Eliar tried his best to keep them apart. Yet Keari couldn’t offer Lydia the bond, knowing it would make his secret nearly impossible to keep.

As his brother Orvios grew, Keari watched for signs of magic. By the time he was fifteen, and Orvios six, he was sure enough to go to his father. Keari offered to step aside in Orvios’ favour, but Valteray refused without explanation. Keari reconciled himself to his future as heir, one that couldn’t include Lydia in the way he wanted. She, however, refused to give up.

Everything came to a head when he was nineteen and she eighteen. She demanded his open love, and the magical partnership they both wanted. He refused, confused by her ultimatum and citing the same reasons as ever. Duty to his father and the realm. The Law. The secret. She left in tears, then vanished, leaving him only a note.

For years he searched as much as he could, and threw himself into his duties and training with his new bodyguard, Voslin. As his mastery of the sword grew, it’s ability to distract him from Lydia lessened. Yet he couldn’t leave his father to search for her.

During that time, he met a young girl named Faylanna Derrion, only 11 at the time and discovered her father had offered her in marriage to him. Unsettled by this, he looked into Viscount Derrion further and, on the strength of what he found, decided to protect Faylanna, though he never revealed to her his role in her life.

Just as he’d almost given up hope that she’d ever come back, a letter arrived from her, eighteen years after her disappearance. It spoke of a danger to the empire, rather than love for him or longing to return. Yet she had come herself, only hidden away in his apartment within the palace.

When she revealed herself, he made the offer he’d withheld for too long. She accepted and they bound themselves through their magic, though they put the story out that she was an advisor in the Crown Prince’s household.

To Keari’s great surprise, the Emperor didn’t even object when the prince informed him of the bonding. The next two years were the happiest of his life. Little did he know what awaited him.


About Julie

I'm a writer and photographer. I always have something with me to take notes for ideas or writing projects I'm thinking about or have on the go. I also like to go around with my camera and take pictures of anything that strikes me as beautiful or evocative. I'm perpetually working on one story or another, while waiting for enough distance to judge the last one (or more). I'm always working on several projects at once, developing the next book, even as I'm editing the last. Beyond that, there's always plenty of scraps and twists of ideas rolling around in my head, eventually turning themselves into full blown stories.
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