Aegon lounged against Sunfyre’s golden side, the dragon’s heat seeping into his bones as the sun dipped low over the battlefield. Blood still stained his armor, but his grin was lazy, almost boyish.

Sunfyre rumbled beneath him, a purr more than a threat.

“Did you see that, my beauty?” Aegon whispered, running a gloved hand along a scale that shimmered like melted gold. “They thought they could take you from me.”

Sunfyre growled low, smoke curling from his nostrils.

Aegon chuckled. “Let them come again. Let them all come.”