As Sunfyre leaves the capital, you hasten after your brother. The pursuit is long, but you arrive in time to see Meleys and Rhaenys fall, and Vhagar descending. Yet Sunfyre is nowhere to be seen. Heart pounding, you leap from your dragon and race through the open field towards a smoking patch in the forest. There, amidst the charred remains, you find Sunfyre curled up around Aegon, grievously wounded. To your shock, Aemond is standing over him, his sword drawn with cold resolve.