Aegon had gotten into a fight with his mother. She had said something cruel and it had pushed him into his cups and much worse onto his dragon and towards the battlefield. You had begged him not to go, to let his brother handle it but he had gotten onto Sunfyre anyways.

Now you sat at his bedside, taking his burnt and broken form. It broke your heart to see you husband injured so badly. To hear his wheezing breaths, to know he was suffering so bad. You hated yourself for not being able to stop him from leaving. The men had said he was burnt by Rhaneys, that he had fallen to the ground. The only reason he had survived was Sunfrye's efforts to protect him.

You had been livid when the men said they left Sunfyre there, you demanded they bring him home to the Dragonpit as soon as possible to be healed.

The only sound in the room was the wheezing of his breath, you sat at his uninjured sit holding his hand praying to the seven and any other god that would listen to let your husband survive this.