❝ 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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𝕯aenerys looked across at her advisors as they discussed what to do, though there was a notable missing space on the right hand side of her where Coren would normally sit. She took another deep breath, thinking over what she had to do. Daario and Ser Barristan had brought in a member of the Sons of the Harpy, but he was a young teenager, and now she had grown men squabbling about what to do with him.
"Sons of the Harpy, they want to put a collar back on my neck," Mossador reasoned, looking around the table as Daenerys spun her ring around her finger. She was trying to work out what Coren and their daughter were doing, whether they were safe or where they were. "On all of our necks. Please, Your Grace, you must kill him."
"It would send a message." That was the merit of that idea, but the look on the others faces made her pause. So, that was not what her advisors wanted.
"I think you should exercise restraint, Your Grace." Ser Barristan spoke calmly, sending her a small smile.
"Why?"
"For one thing, he may have valuable information..." Daario cut in over Ser Barristan.
"The Son of the Harpy has no more valuable information." He shook his head, his hands resting on his swords, as he leant back in his chair.
"How do you know that?" Daenerys looked between the pair.
"Because I questioned him."
"And the information you did get, he is young and poor." Hizdahr waved it off as it was a well known fact. Hizdahr had joined as her advisor, representing the old nobles of Mereen. Mossador had joined her advisors soon after, and whilst Daenerys welcome their opinions and advice on what to do in terms of the city that they had grown up in, she longed for the familiar company of Coren Thorne.
It had been a long year with him not by her side.
"He is born free." Mossador reaffirmed, though that caused confusion amongst the others in the chambers. Daenerys tuned back in, stopping her thoughts of Coren to think back on their current issue.
"Why should he want to bring back slavery? What did it do for him?"
"Perhaps, the only thing that gave him pride was knowing that there was someone lower than he was." Daenerys looked away from her ring, glancing at her advisors. Mossador shook his head, a tense expression on his face.
"They pay him. Great families afraid to do a thing," Mossador corrected as Daenerys stood up to pace about. She needed to think, to go over what was being presented to her and to work out what to do. "They pay poor man to do it for them."
