Kyrie's parents might have been relatively humble folk who made a living running a humble inn near the edge of civilization, but they took the concept of sacred hospitality seriously enough to sacrifice their lives to ensure their noble guest's safe escape from attacking brigands.
The noble, on his part, took the concept of honor debt seriously enough to adopt the orphaned Kyrie and raise her as one of his own despite the mostly-polite objections of his peers.
He was a fairly decent man and did his best, and even managed to get the girl to learn some grace and decorum, but Kyrie remained manifestly uninterested in attempting to fit in with a social system whose rules dictate she would always be at or near the bottom.
Then adolescence (finally) hit, and certain social issues became exacerbated when the reigning girls in her theoretical peer group realized that not only was Kyrie more attractive than many of them, she would stay attractive for much longer. Things didn't get out of hand until the boys started coming to the same realization, but they got ugly fast when Kyrie turned out not to be interested in the sudden (and obviously shallow) interest.
Fortunately for her she'd applied herself rather more than her peers to her fencing lessons, and even more fortunately there were no fatalities when a particularly dense scion of another noble house decided not to take no for an answer, but her father felt that it would be safest for all concerned if she were to leave town while he did his best to smooth ruffled feathers.
He gave her supplies, a traveling allowance and his love, and her fencing teacher gave her his blessing and his old Dueling Sword, and she set out to Absolom to make her mark on the world.
