❝ You were destined for great things, and I was always destined to follow you ❞
The gods tried their best to keep Coren Thorne and Daenerys Targaryen separated, but soulmates had a tendency to come back to one and other, no matter how long it took...
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{ Daenerys }
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𝕰verything ached in a way that it had not before, and Daenerys was slowly growing more and more tired of the pain. She soothed her bump, and the baby inside, that was becoming increasingly restless as the heat of the day finally hit her.
If her advisors noticed her uncomfortable state, they said nothing and let the woman be. She hated when people intervened or attempted to tell her how she should feel. The majority of them were men and none of them were pregnant.
"There was an assassination attempt on King Joffrey Baratheon at his own wedding." Jorah continued to update her on what had been going on within Westeros.
"And we have taken the Mereenese Navy, Your Grace." Ser Barristan smiled at her, as Coren shifted beside her. She had put her foot down since they had taken Mereen and now, Coren was back by her side as her advisor, considering he and Missandei seemed to be the only sensible ones in the group. Jorah had relented on his annoyance with the man considering Coren seemed to be one of the few people that Daenerys could stomach being around for long periods of time. She put it down to the baby recognising its father. Now, the man was silent, spinning his signet ring around his fingers as he watched everyone with calculating eyes.
"The Second Sons took the Mereenese Navy." Daario hissed back.
"Who told you to take the Navy?" Daenerys finally spoke, shifting in her seat as she struggled to get comfortable once more. Why did everything hurt and why was this seat stabbing her in the back?
"No one."
"So why did you do it?" This was like dealing with toddlers.
"I heard you liked ships." Daario smiled, and Daenerys could already picture Coren's unamused face as he rolled his eyes. Despite Daario's determination to get close to Coren, who he had deemed the best fighter of the group, Coren was determined to hate him and Coren's viewpoint was hard to change.
"How many ships?" Daenerys continued, watching everything happen around her. Missandei and Grey Worm were being unusually quiet, sitting beside Coren.
"Ninety-three, Your Grace."
"How many men can they carry?"
"Ninety-three hundred, not counting sailors." She wanted one of them to speak, to offer their opinions on this matter, but they merely listened. Daenerys wished to know their views, but instead, they just watched. She would have to pick Coren's brain later on what that trio thought.
