Sansara Tyrell

## Family

* Ser Alester Tyrell - Father
* Elinor Tyrell - Mother
* Leo Tyrell - Elder Brother
* Luthor Tyrell - Brother
* Brydgett Tyrell - Elder Sister

## Inventory

* Gold-hilted, castle-forged steel dagger with rosebud carved into the jade stone set into the grip.
* Red, leather-bound diary.
* Pair of long, sharp-pointed, jade hair pins (a gift from her mother)

Sansara is the youngest daughter of Lord Alester Tyrell of House Tyrell. She is a young girl who desires adventure, but is hindered by the high expectations placed upon her. She is regarded as charming and reserved with a history of getting herself in slight trouble.

## History

As a daughter of Ser Alester Tyrell, Sansara was raised very much in the spotlight of her father’s position. She grew up on the knowledge of tutors, but favored more the riveting tales he father told each time he returned from afar. With all the privilege and grandeur of Highgarden, alongside her elder sister, Brydgett, it was important for her to learn how to show humility. Sansara began to learn how to better connect with the people from an early age. Routine visits to Oldtown taught her to mingle and be courteous to all. She was introduced to the local market vendors as well as notable septons and septas of the region.

In her 14th year, the prosperity of her homeland began to falter. The fertile land failed to produce the profitable harvest they had customarily yielded and the booming economy stuttered. This was a matter for Lords and their advisors and seemingly none for the young children in their Houses, particularly the ladies. Therefore, the severity of the situation hardly trickled down to the ears of the *Rosebud*. She proceeded to live her days as she found normal, but nearing her birthday under the 3th Moon, there was a strange tension even among the servants of the castle.

Sansara was granted permission for a celebratory excursion for her birthday with a small entourage of close handmaidens on the condition of strong guard detail escorting them. The anticipated week in Oldtown would turn into a grave memory Sansara of House Tyrell would carry with her for the rest of her life. The first two days were uneventful while the Little Rose struck conversation with the people. Come the third day, the naïve girl had made her way to the ports to meet an old friend; a young boy who had often joined her swims and picnics by the Mander. Sansara had arrived ahead of her entourage, being the first to witness a scene of growing unrest by the anchored ships. Wary sailors swung fists. Furious vendors threw buckets of water in response. Vile words rose above the sound of crashing waves.

In the midst of the riotous crowds, a boy no older than sixteen had stood on a pile of crates and professed his support for House Tyrell. All the while, the merchants had chastised him. The boy had been Sansara's friend, Jayce, and in a call for protest, that friend had been beaten on the cobblestone street. Recklessly, she had jumped into the fray in attempts to protect Jayce. Had anyone stopped to look at her, they may have seen in her eyes who she was and halted their advances. No one looked. Everything happened quickly after that.

Sansara had grabbed Jayce and was prepared to run with him, but the boy had taken too many hits. Unable to support him properly, she slipped on the damp stones and over the edge of the port wall, dragging him down into the dark waters below. A frayed, loose rope wrapped tightly around her right leg, the pull of resistance cutting deeply into her skin. In great detail, Sansara still remembers the chill of the water and the darkness that surrounded her. The way the water muffled all of the voices above. She remembers being ripped from those very waters, her grip ripped from Jayce as she pleaded he be saved first. Soaked, shivering, and bleeding, her pleas went ignored. The boy’s body had floated lifelessly as the Tyrell guardsman carried her away from the scene. *“That’s my son!”* was the last cry she heard above her own before having lost consciousness.

That had been the 14th Day of the 3rd Moon; Only two days before Sansara’s birthday. Sansara had been treated by Maesters in the city before she and her group were escorted home to Highgarden. From that point on, the level of expectation soared. She was taught just where to step and when to speak; when to be visible and when to be unseen. Whispers of the tragedy and rumors of her impulsive “adventures” have circulated over the years -- some tales embellished by her own father for the sake of comedic appeal -- but Sansara has done her best to be seen as poised and ladylike in the eyes of the public; as expected.

A recent summer trip to Harrenhal alongside her elder sister has proven to make her guilt-ridden nightmares of the incident worse. The gravity of possible trouble in the Reach manifested in an encounter with a haunting, faceless individual with the voice of blades at her throat. Sansara dares not speak of their meeting lest he appear in her presence again at just the call of his name.

## Personality

Sansara is known for being polite and charming, but slightly reserved in most public situations. She demonstrates a proper aire expected of a lady of one of the Great Houses. While Sansara attempts to go about her days with poise, away from watchful eyes, however, she prefers rolling up the hems of her skirts and letting herself be adventurous. This conflict between public and private behavior tends to get her reprimanded and has seen her into troubling situations in the past.

Overall, she is a genuinely kind-hearted young woman who is grateful to enjoy the privilege of her upbringing, but also delights in the occasional stray from expectations.

## Appearance

Sansara is a young girl who took on the majority of the Tyrell features. She has thick, long loose curls of brown hair that appears lighter in the sun. She did, however, take on the recessive trait of her almond-shaped lighter eyes as opposed to the typical brown of her family. This is a trait that garners her unwanted attention.

Her youthful, petite frame is still developing and maturing, as noted by the seamstresses of Highgarden who have been asked to tailor new gowns for her every few months.

She has a thin, light scar that wraps around the ankle and calf of her right leg. The result of tragedy on a trip to Oldtown. It can only be seen if and when she is caught running around in a frowned-upon manner.

## Attributes

 Investigation
 Medicine
 Animal Handling
 Perception
 Nature
 Religion