❝ 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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𝕿he Targaryen dynasty was one that struck fear into the hearts of men, that was what Daenerys had always been told. It was the story that she had been told over and over, that to be a good ruler, they had to be harsh and cold, they had to strike fear.
Daenerys was discovering that ruling with fear went slightly against her nature. She had it in her to be cruel, she knew she did, but only when she knew that the people who felt her wrath deserved it. She was not cruel with no reason to be, she was not her father.
"You did well, Your Grace." Ser Barristan complimented as the last of the people wishing to speak with her left. Daenerys allowed her shoulders to slump for a moment, running a tired hand down her face before straightening up. Glancing to the right of her, she found the space where Coren normally stood, empty still. She had hoped, though she knew that she was deluding herself, that Coren would have appeared over the course of the session but he had not. "He will come around."
"I do not want to speak on it." Daenerys stood up, stopping the conversation before it could start and stalking out and towards where she knew her daughter was.
After Jorah, and having found him to be a traitor, Daenerys' first priority was to her daughter, to ensure her safety and wellbeing. Opening the door to her own chambers, Daenerys paused at the sight of Coren's form hovering over their daughter's crib. She had not seen him in a few days, with Coren having thrown himself into patrolling and training, seeing their daughter when he knew that Daenerys was in court or otherwise busy.
Daenerys licked her lips, wondering whether to call out to him, or if she should leave it be. He made the choice for her.
"Your Grace." She winced at the word. Coren had never called her that, or at least, if he had, never in this tone.
"Coren." He bowed his head, before leaning down to press one final kiss to Rhaenerys' head, standing back up. "Coren, can we speak?"
"I need to bathe and sleep, I have second patrol." Coren turned back towards her, eyes guarded and arms folded over his chest. "Or was it an order?"
"Coren." Daenerys' temper raised it's own head at the man's stubborn ways, before she beat it back down. "You have not been here for days, I have not seen you, I have m-"
She stopped herself from continuing, watching the warrior cautiously as he ducked his head. He was hiding his eyes from her, hiding his true emotions.
