❝ 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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𝕻arenting was far more difficult than Daenerys had ever imagined.
The last time that Daenerys had been preparing to have a child, she had been ten and seven, a mere child herself, and all that she had been fed was the idealised version that every highborn lady gets told. There would be someone else to look after the child, birth would be painless and there would be people around to help with the child. The Khalasar knew what they were doing.
Now, at twenty one, Daenerys was in a new city that she had only just taken control over, in an unfamiliar setting with people that she did not know around her and she did not trust half of her advisors not to drop the child by accident. Her dragons were too far away to be of proper help to her and one part of her was still worried that something could happen to the child because of Mirri Maz Dur, or because of anyone in the city wanting to harm her would harm her daughter.
Not to mention, looking after a child was scary. Every cry had Daenerys panicking, she was not sure whether she was doing things right. She had never had a mother and no one had taught her how to do any of this, and now there was a little baby girl that was depending on her, not to mention the city that she had to rule, and it was so overwhelming and frustrating and scary.
Most of all, it was just scary.
"Rhaenerys, please, come on now." Daenerys hummed, staring down at her daughter, who was crying in her arms. She had been like this for seemingly hours, just screaming her head off and Daenerys was at her breaking point. She just wanted her daughter to calm down, but she had done everything that should have helped and it hadn't. "Please..."
"Daenerys?" She turned, looking back at Coren, who had appeared in the doorway. He had just come back from checking on Falkor and patrols in the streets with the Unsullied.
"She won't stop crying and I don't know how to get her to stop." Daenerys whispered, as Rhaenerys cried out once more, rattling Daenerys' ear drums.
"It's alright. It's alright, pass her here." Coren hurried over, possibly catching on to how frustrated and tired Daenerys was, and easily taking their daughter from Daenerys' arms. "Hush, little dragon, come on now."
It also did not help that Daenerys knew Coren was not supposed to grow attached to the baby, but Coren was the only one who seemed to have developed a knack for getting Rhaenerys to settle when no one else could. It seemed like she just wanted to be with her father.
