Lemonwood

A lemon-orcharded seat near the mouth of the Greenblood.

The fuller tale

Lemonwood scents its stretch of the lower Greenblood — groves of the trees that named it running down toward the river's mouth and the orphans' Planky Town, where Dorne's river folk lash their boats into a floating market. House Dalt has held the orchards since the Rhoynar came, lemons on purple flying over a house of knights rather than power; its best blade in the tale is the Knight of Lemonwood, a name that sounds like a jape until you see the man use a lance, and Dalts ride in Martell escorts and Martell plots wherever the books send the principality's trusted swords. It is Dorne at its most Rhoynish — river, trade, orchard, and the sunniest lordship in a story that mostly grows darker fruit.

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.