Life is always greener on the other side they say. Kira was nothing if not a poster child for this very statement. From the time of her birth very few decisions were left for her; instead her life had been mapped out in her father’s brain as he stared at his wife’s swelling belly. He was a good man, shrewd in business and cunning with a silver tongue and a twinkling eye. His daughter, while loved and doted upon, was first and foremost a commodity to help elevate the family titles. This was a truth that had never been questioned in their house, it just was.
To an outsider the budding child was given everything. She attended well-to-do private schools, brushing shoulders with the offspring of the men that would eventually control their world. She did well in school too, though it wasn’t because she particularly enjoyed the subjects but rather because Kira couldn’t imagine disappointing her father. She ate fine foods and learned how to select a proper household staff as well as the correct knives, forks and linens for the occasion. When it came time to end her schooling and push his young daughter into their rightful place in the world she was, for the first time in her life, given an option; she could marry a wealthy young man as her own mother had and begin to create a family or she could join the Military in hopes of soon becoming an officer.
Kira had never had to make a decision before. Her clothes were laid out when she awoke, her dinner’s okayed by her mother, her classes handpicked by head masters. She was at a loss. It was the sense of confusion and inability to make a decision that finally proved to be enough decision in and of itself. She was not prepared to start a family. She didn’t even know who she was and while a husband could provide minimal answers the military offered an expansive amount of options.
That is the short story of how she ended up here on the SMS Heldentat as an armed forces advisor. She had already gained some respect from the people aboard. She was reserved and respectful, traits quickly admired in her line, but she was also slow to speak. She focused and contemplated the questions she was asked with a care that showed some of the shrewdness from her father. She was also extremely talented in acquiring languages. This could also be attributed to her father, for he pressured her to learn as many languages as possible and traveled with his young daughter often enough that she could experience the rich bubble of these different cultures.