❝ 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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{ Coren }
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𝕿he chambers were warm, illuminated by flickering candlelight as Coren leant on the balcony, watching the streets flicker below him. He had been patrolling in the day for once, meaning that tonight he could finally sleep in his own bed though he knew he would not get a lot of it. Rhaenerys was determined to keep them awake for as long as possible it seemed.
"Your daughter wants you." Coren turned, finding Daenerys emerging onto the balcony, Rhaenerys in her arms. The heir was flinging her fist around, face scrunched up in annoyance. "She has grown tired of me."
"That is hardly possible." Coren picked Rhaenerys up carefully, holding her in his arm as the baby cooed and curled further to her. "Her hair is growing out. I think it will be long, like yours."
His fingers traced across their daughter's white hair, before he turned to look at a tired Daenerys. She was leaning on the balcony next to him, her head drooped. It was a new constant that the pair faced, tiredness seeping into all of their actions and being.
"Everything alright?"
"You'll be glad to know that I have made the decision to send Daario to Yunkai, to reclaim it in my name." Coren tried not to let his grin grow too wide though Daenerys caught onto it all the same. "I thought you'd like that."
"You make me sound jealous of him."
"You are a jealous man." Daenerys turned to the Thorne warrior, narrowing her eyes at him in response.
"I think it is fair." Coren shrugged his shoulders, before grinning at Rhaenerys as Daenerys rolled her eyes. "Your attention is something worth fighting over and I will gladly fight everyone for it, except for the little dragon."
"You would fight Drogon?"
"Falkor would fight Drogon, I would cheer him on." Coren winked as Daenerys cracked a smile finally, though she hid it in an instance, not wanting to stroke Coren's ego further. "There we are, there's the smile. Did I miss anything else?"
"One of the son's of the Mereen masters that you crucified came in yesterday, asking for his father back to be buried and claimed we made a mistake." Daenerys straightened back up as Rhaenerys' grip on Coren lessened as she finally fell asleep. Both parents sighed in relief as their daughter calmed down once more. "I gave him his father. The others can ask, but I will decide I suppose."
"That is a sound plan." Coren nodded, before walking inside and carefully putting their daughter into her cot, his tongue sticking out in concentration. Once he was done, he returned to Daenerys' side, a hand cautiously reaching out to cover hers on the railings surrounding the balcony. "Daario goes to Yunkai, you rule here, we shall deal with Astapor when we need to."
