StrengAgatha
"She was shaken from her sleep by gentle hands. Hands she knows well. Hands that care for her. Merilda had rushed into her chambers in the hour of the wolf, waken her up with hissed words. Danger was coming upon their isle and Visenya would have fought to death to defend her people. Alas her brother had other plans. Her uncle had descended upon them all undeterred. His small host making quick work, butchering the few soldiers still loyal enough to protect Dragonstone."