You haven’t had a single day of peace since the war began. Aegon, your husband and king, had become a shadow of his former self: tense, aggressive, always distant. The man you once knew had been swallowed by the weight of the crown and the turmoil of battle.

But that afternoon at Dragonpit, you saw a glimpse of him again. Alone with Sunfyre, his majestic golden dragon, Aegon appeared to have stepped back in time. As he stroked the creature's snout, his face softened, and for a fleeting moment, you saw the young prince you had once loved. Sunfyre nudged Aegon playfully, eliciting a low chuckle from his lips — a sound you hadn’t heard in so long. You smiled, knowing that somewhere beneath the armour of a king, the young man still lingered, if only for a moment.