Commonly referred to as the Dothraki of Westeros, the horse lords and ladies of House Breakmare are a small but proud and noble people, loyal to few and fiercely independent. Directly in descent from the only Dornish Mountain Clan able to withstand the Andal Invasions and keep – if only for a short time – their independent sovereignty, the Breakmares’ care nothing for the great game of thrones and the lords and kings that sit them. They assimilated into Andal culture and Feudalism to survive, but like the rearing horse, straining at the rope, they did not forget where they came from. They pray to the gods that live in the Septs, they pray to the gods that live in the sky and the grass and the red mountain rock. At births and deaths and wedding beds they sing the words they no longer know, the meaning worn away over time like the edges of riverstones. House Breakmare is not to be chained, not to be controlled, you may earn their favor, but you must earn it, it is not a right.