Her lord father would like to forget that Tyria exists, and most of the Rock is content to follow his lead. She tries to think of it as an advantage - she can go about the castle mostly as she pleases, she fancies there is no one who knows the Rock and its people better than she does. And when that isn't enough, she weighs the sting of whispered insults and horrified looks against the loneliness of being gazed through like a pane of glass and tries to tip the scale in whatever way will keep her the closest to being satisfied.