Honeyholt

The Beesburys' seat amid orchards and hives on the Honeywine.

The fuller tale

Honeyholt drowses on the Honeywine amid hives and orchards, and House Beesbury has kept it — and the beekeeping that named them both — for longer than most royal lines lasted. Theirs is the gentlest wealth in Westeros: honey, mead, wax for the septs, and a seat close enough to Oldtown to marry into learning as often as land. The family's most famous son was an old man at a council table — master of coin to a dying king, the one voice raised for law and a girl's inheritance on the morning the greens stole a crown, and the first casualty of the Dance of Dragons before it had a name. The accounts disagree on exactly how he died in that chamber; they agree no sword was in his hand. Honeyholt has kept bees and counted honestly ever since, which is perhaps its own kind of memorial.

The fallen of this place — if any, they are named here. Spoilers.

No death the chronicle records has come to this ground — or none the maesters have set down.