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Basically:
>Salt Dornish
Those which live in the west coast of Dorne are olive skinned, black haired. Strong Rhoynar genetic and cultural influence, although a) the Rhoynar settlers intermixed with the people who were already there (which were already genetically mixed First Men and Andals) and b) the Rhoynar adopt the common Andal language and religion.
>Stone Dornish
Those which live in the east of Dorne in mountains. Don't look that much different to Reachmen or Stormlanders. Some Rhoynar blood amongst the noble houses, though the smallfolk have little. They are also the most Andal of the Dornish.
>Sand Dornish
Live in the desert. Unclear exactly what they are supposed to be. The most tanned. I would guess either Rhoynar who did not settle in the west coast, or descended from Salt Dornish. In any case, like the Salt Dornish still adopt much of Andal culture.

Killing all greenfags brutally in the name of Loyal amd TRVE Lord Beesbury

*east coast
*west mountains

>Rhaenyra opened the door to her father's chambers unannounced just like she had always done. This time however, she was greeted by a sight most shocking. She was no child; she knew what happens between husband and wife, and what Alicent's marriage to her father implied, but it was different to see it in person. The lovemaking between her father and best friend was raw, passionate, and even animalistic. She witnessed the nakedness of her father, his chubby body jiggling as he thrusted lustfully into Alicent. Her best friend was moaning and writhing under him. The expression on her face was unlike anything Rhaenyra had seen in all her years of knowing her. She was so close to Alicent and thought she knew her better than anyone; she was always so reserved and proper, but now she was gasping in pleasure from Rhaenyra's own father. Rhaenyra in that moment felt hurt, betrayed, but also somehow jealous. She couldn't take her eyes away from the obscene view before her. She knew she could never look at them the same way ever again. As Alicent's moans grew louder, Rhaenyra felt something stir in her loins. Something had awakened inside of her that night and there was no going back.

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>>she knew her better than anyone
because they eat each other out and scissor all the time

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>Ser Criston, your ass. NOW.

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