[Princess Sunfyre 'The Golden', Daughter of Queen Alicent and King Viserys I]

Sunfyre sat by Aegon’s side in the dimly lit chambers, the heavy weight of the crown still pressing on his brow. She held a letter in her delicate hands, reading aloud the latest missives from the lords who had pledged their support to his cause.

“Lord Redwyne has sworn fealty, as expected,” she said softly, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of frustration. “And the Brackens of Stone Hedge, along with the Vances of Atranta. They join us, but...”

She paused, glancing at her brother, who stared at the ceiling in thought.

“…But there are fewer than we anticipated, Aegon. Many have yet to respond, and some of those who have remain on the fence. You are the eldest male heir, but the tide has not turned in your favor as we hoped.”

Aegon shifted uncomfortably, but Sunfyre continued, her gaze never leaving the parchment.

“The lords are waiting. They will follow us, but only once we show strength—victories to prove our cause is the true path,” she said, her voice calm but firm.

Aegon let out a sigh, rubbing his temples. Sunfyre set the letter down beside him, her golden hair falling gently over her shoulder as she reached for his hand.

“We will prevail,” she said quietly, offering him a small, reassuring smile. “But patience will be our ally. Time is not our enemy, Aegon. It is our allies who are still deciding where their loyalties lie.”

He looked at her then, eyes tired but grateful, and nodded. "Thank you, Sunfyre. I do not know what I would do without you."

She only smiled, squeezing his hand gently before picking up another letter, her voice once again steady as she read, “Lord Tarth has also pledged support… along with Estemont and Connington and they will join Borros' host.”