Hello my Dears,

this story has been on my mind for quite some time now, so I just had to write it down. I love reading GOT fanfiction, and I've noticed that there is a lack of stories featuring House Tyrell. Since it's my favourite house and I find their history fascinating, I have decided to write into that.

My OC is the Tyrell middle child, the older of two sisters, and she is quite the opposite of the lovely Margaery. With a wild spirit and little interest in playing by the rules, she does not stand out in her hometown, but in the rest of Westeros. But there's more to her than a rogue soul, and when the secret she's been trying to hide for 2 decades is dangerously close to revealing itself, she has to take action.

Proclaimer: I own nothing except my OC; all credit goes to George R. R. Martin

ENJOY!

Highgarden, 289 AC

Margaery Tyrell was a lovely, mild-mannered girl of 6, with curly brown hair and soft eyes. These eyes were intensely observing the waters surrounding the pleasure boat she was in with her mother Alerie and her brother, Loras. The Mander was usually a quiet river, with crystal clear water and many fish that could be seen through the surface, but she was looking for the dark shadow that had passed left and right of their vessel in the past minutes. A splash behind her signalled movement, and she quickly shifted from one side of the boat to the other, only to get a handful of drops in her face. She laughed happily, while her mother buried her face in her hands.

"This girl will be the death of me. If she doesn't drown in that cold river, she's going to fall from one of the trees she's always climbing," she sighed. Margaery's older brother smirked and bit into one of the delicious fireplums they took with them on their lazy afternoon journey. He had been trying to keep up with his older sister for years, but now, having reached the mature age of 7, he had concluded that the only thing in which he would be better at than her was swordsmanship. And that was only because his sister favoured the bow.

Behind him, two hands appeared on the side of the boat, and Samaya Tyrell heaved her tiny body inside the vessel. The older Tyrell sister was wearing the headscarf her mother had insisted on every time she went into the water, hiding her straight, dark hair while a cheeky grin played on her face. Her emerald green eyes surveyed them.

"I found these for you, mother," she said and pulled a fistful of stones out of her pocket. They had different shades of green and blue, and were glittering with specs of a mineral he did not know the name of. Margaery was drawn to them like moths to a flame and she eagerly tried to persuade her sister to give her one. His mother shook her head.

"Where exactly is it you found these stones, Samaya?" she asked in a patient, but tense voice.

"Oh, you know, here and there," Samaya tried to soothe her while wrenching water from her clothes.

"You mean the bottom of the Mander?" his mother did not budge.

"Mother, you and I know very well that the Mander is not as deep as people think it is. And I found them close to the shore, there were no boats around that could have harmed me," Samaya explained.

"Samaya Tyrell, you are my daughter and daughter to the Lord of Highgarden. To risk your life in such a silly manner is not acceptable. You were not born to catch fish and hunt for stones, nor to climb trees and shoot birds. You are to be a Lady one day. I am going to talk to your father. This needs to stop," his mother shot her a warning glare.

Samaya's shoulders sagged a little, but he knew the fire in his sister's eyes meant trouble more than anything else. She looked at their mother defiantly, stepped on the edge of the boat and let herself fall back into the water without uttering a single word. He looked at his mother, who once again looked defeated.

"What am I going to do with her?"

I would be honoured to get your feedback and please favourite if you want to be part of Samaya's journey…