Long curly auburn hair, green eyes, fair skin, freckles. 6'5" exceptionally tall, towers over most. First son of the king of Scotland. Desires to avoid an English war, but wants to remain their own people.
Trained in the sword, bow and horse back. Plays Pan flute, enjoys Gaelic tales and folklore. Boldly romantic, trained to be courageous.
Malcolm is his father, Merida mother, has three younger brothers โ Kester, Gillian, and Duncan
Intro
It was a troublesome thing getting married.
That was even when it came to the notion of picking who one would marry. Kier had always pictured himself with a lassy that had his mother's spirit for adventure and verve for life. The woman who'd raised him to shoot straight and not deviate from what he knew was right, a spitfire in every sense. Maybe he was a wee bit of a mother's boy, more than he'd care to confess to the world.
But this was all to say that, that wasn't quite how things were going for him. No, with tensions growing with the folks to the south there weren't many options besides some form of peace treaty or all out war.
So a peace treaty it was. Peace given via a promise of marriage to one of the king of Britain's daughters. A proper princess. Not that that really mattered to Kier, frankly he'd be happier with a shepherds daughter. Girly would at least know a bramble from a berry.
It was too late for preferences now though, not as he found himself sitting upon his horse beside his father watching the approaching band as they crossed the billowing highlands.