❝ 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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𝕯aenerys trembled beside Coren, her hands shaking as he led her towards a tent in the middle of Vaes Dothrak.
"I do not think that I will be able to do this," She muttered, her voice small and frail.
"You could pretend it's chicken? That's what I do when I eat questionable things," Coren suggested, a small smirk on his face as he tried to draw a laugh out of the young Targaryen. "I don't think heart is on the list of questionable things I have eaten, but I am sure that it will be fine. Good luck!"
Khal Drogo was waiting at the entrance to the main hut and he nodded at Coren, before pulling Daenerys in. Coren sighed, as Jorah and the princeling appeared on either side of him.
"I see that you're close with my sister," Viserys held the same cruel smirk on his face, as Coren spun around to glare at him.
"And I see that you're close with Jorah," Viserys flushed at Coren's insinuating words, as the man cocked an eyebrow. "I'm her personal guard. It's my job just like looking after you is Jorah's."
Coren refrained from adding on the variety of swear words that he was thinking, guessing that saying those might make him lose a hand. He bit his lips together, before stalking into the tent.
Jorah followed him in, taking his place to the right of the young man as they watched Daenerys. The teenager was already sitting on the stage, the heart in her hands, and she hesitated before starting to eat.
"That looks disgusting." Jorah hummed in agreement to Coren's words, as Viserys stomped over. He had a frown on his face, though it slowly turned to confusion at the sight of his sister eating the meat.
"She has to eat the whole heart?" Jorah nodded at Viserys. "I hope that wasn't my horse."
"I hope it was," Jorah cuffed Coren around the back of the head at his words, turning to look whether the princeling had heard it.
He hadn't.
"She's doing well,"
"She'll never keep it down," Viserys spat, as Daenerys swallowed more of the heart.
The Dothraki became louder and louder, as the priestess raised her voice to be heard over the hoard.
"Tell me what she's saying," Viserys commanded, as Coren rolled his eyes once more, but still listened in. It was too loud for him to pick up the words, and even then, he doubt he'd understand it with his limited knowledge of Dothraki.
