❝ 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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"𝖄ou and your sweet talking should be studied." Daenerys muttered, her head resting on Coren's chest. Coren grinned, his hand running through her white hair and detangling it gently. "I was under the impression that we were going to speak to the advisors today and get it over with."
"Oops." Coren did not sound particularly apologetic, holding onto her waist tightly as he pressed a kiss to her lips. She hummed, her fingers tracing up and down his back. "I just wanted to spend time with my wife before I had to see all the others."
Daenerys didn't seem to pay attention to his sentence and Coren grinned, taking note of it.
"Darling?" Her cheeks flushed red at his words, as Coren beamed. "Did calling you my wife make you blush?"
"Shut up." Daenerys turned away from him, burying her head into one of the pillows as Coren beamed. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck, adoration rolling through him as he squeezed her hips.
"My beautiful, beautiful wife." Daenerys groaned, burying her head in her hands as Coren's smile only grew.
"You are doing this on purpose now."
"Perhaps." Coren agreed, kissing up and down her neck gently as Daenerys hummed. "I do like seeing you blush though."
Daenerys grinned, leaning back to kiss him, before a knock pounded on the door. Daenerys sat up and Coren groaned.
"We are always interrupted."
"That is a lie." Daenerys pointed out, before clambering up from the bed. Coren watched her, eyes trained on her as she pulled a robe over herself, brushing her white hair out of the way. "Behave and be quiet."
"As you command, wife."
"Stop it." Daenerys blushed, her cheeks red and her smile soft as Coren quietened down. Rolling over onto his front, he let his chin fall onto his arms as Daenerys opened the door. "Yes?"
"Your Grace, the princess." Coren sat up at that, the covers falling down to his waist.
"Is my daughter alright?"
"Yes, Your Grace. She is just awake." Daenerys held a hand out to Coren, who paused, before the door closed behind his wife. Standing up, Coren pulled his breeches back on, shrugging his tunic on as well as the door re-opened.
"Thank you, I'll take her." Daenerys paused, rocking the small child on her hip.
