HIGHBORN, ASHARA MARTELL

[attr="class","bioheader"]personality.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]At the helm of Dornish culture is a figure decidedly unlike its people. The Princess Ashara had always been quiet, demure, and gracious. She was never impulsive, never temperamental, never vengeful and never weak. With a kind but firm hand she guided the politics of Dorne, understanding of her people's pride and unruliness but refining it like a bridge between them and the rest of the realm.
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It was always within her to make friends rather than enemies. Ashara knew the names to all in her employ, all the bastards and all the peasants. She knew when their loved ones were ill and what they aspired for in life. Her machinations were careful gifts sent to the right people, careful words heard by the right people, and careful actions that balanced force and compromise. But none would ever say the Princess was cunning or beguiling. She was simply thoughtful, personal, and loved by her people. Though the people never learned what a day in her silken slippers was truly like, and her lilting songvoice carried over the gardens at night was taken to be mesmerizing rather than what it truly was: haunting.
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Never smiling, never cheerful. Ever had Ashara seemed morose, but that never mattered to anyone else, for she was exactly the kind of woman that men wanted by their side and in their place of power. And a woman's happiness was never as important as that.

[attr="class","bioheader"]history.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]House Dayne had always been famed for its men, its legacy, and its blade. And when a daughter was born with hair of night and violet eyes unlike her brothers, many were eager for a piece of the evenstar's nobility... and virginity.
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Ashara was ten-and-four when she was married to the first son of the Martells, though talks of the arrangement had been considered years prior. She was too young to know of love but she knew what duty was. And dutifully did she say nothing as she watched her child husband leave for the lands in the east, and dutifully did she carry a child he didn't know conceived while he was gone. The people of Dorne did not take to his sudden absence kindly, and while they and much of his family besmirched his name Ashara never once spoke her mind about the prince of dirt.
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The princeling's family took to the mother of his child well, however. While she had many waiting ladies to aid her in raising her child, Rhianu, it was never quite the same. And she took only the comforts and kindness she needed, and respectfully deflected their apologies. Unbeknownst to all, the young Ashara tore at her sheets in her dreams, dark and tumultuous and featuring far away lands and people.
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She always knew when the winds would turn and Ebon would return home for a time. She let him bond with their children but never quite warmed to him completely. She kept her interest in her husband distant, but detailed. She had his children, watched him in her dreams, and held down his succession in more ways than he could ever have realized. She let her daughter fawn over an exciting father, all the while sipping arbor red and watching noon turn to dusk and the world change.
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She never asked Ebon about his endeavors, only knew snippets of it through her mind's eye and what he deigned tell her. She never pretended that he kept faith to her, or adhered to morality in his line of work. In fact she wanted to hear nothing of his exploits at all. But she was a keen and fair parent, and her children continue to remain blissfully unaware of the hardships between their parents. And their lives were never disturbed by paramours, for Ashara had never taken anyone else.
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The voyage and return of her husband only amplified her perseverance. Quietly Ashara made peace with dissidents of the ruling family, and kept relations with the other Great Houses neutral at worst and allied at best. Over the years she reduced the hostilities in the Dornish Marshes, and was the only reason the realm was not thrown into war when her daughter fled with the Targaryen Prince Rhaegar. Rather, it was Ashara that consoled her daughter in the hours of twilight, and bid her follow her heart's dreams.
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She was neither elated nor ireful when her husband returned to claim his title. Theirs was a complicated relationship, and he had found that for all he may apologize for his past, finding her true emotions were like trying to drain blood from stone. But the people of Dorne did not forget the Princess who had truly stayed with them throughout the years. And so while power officially rests on the Prince, and he has begun to right his wrongs in the eyes of the realm, it is no secret that Princess held the true political power in the kingdom.

[attr="class","bioheader"]inventory.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]GREENSIGHT - Though as reliable as they are not, with almost three decades of living at the whims of her green dreams, Ashara understands their myriad interpretations, and occasionally have used them to her benefit as a reputably prepared woman.

[attr="class","bioline"]forty one

[attr="class","bioline"]female

[attr="class","bioline"]heterosexual

[attr="class","bioline"]5'4"

[attr="class","bioline"]128lb

[attr="class","bioline"]highborn

[attr="class","bioline"]WITCHER, yennefer

[attr="class","bioline"]stallas

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