Angela ───── D. Targaryen

VII

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 | Promises

{ Coren }

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"𝕮oren, what will they do to him?" Coren turned at Daenerys' question, looking back at the woman as they walked past the chained wine merchant. The man lay in a pool of his own filth, whimpering and whining. Coren glared, before looking back at Daenerys.

"He tried to kill you, Khaleesi, so he has not made himself very well liked," Coren hummed, before thinking back on his knowledge of Dothraki punishments. "When the Khalasar rides, he'll most likely be leashed to a saddle and forced to run behind the horses for as long as he can, I believe. I may not be correct though. I don't know Dothraki punishments all that well."

"And when he falls?" Coren continued to wrack his brains for the answer to that question.

"Khaleesi, I don't normally work with the Dothraki. That's Jorah's job, I normally work with merchants." Coren shook his head, as Daenerys' eyebrows knitted together. "He will have a lot more knowledge on the punishments of the Dothraki than I do."

"King Robert still wants me dead though," Danaerys replied. "This poisoner was only the first and I doubt he will be the last."

"And that's why I'm your personal guard," Coren replied with a smile, blocking Daenerys' view of the man as they talked. "I'm here to make sure that you do not die, or get injured, or poisoned and I aim to do my job very well."

"I thought he'd leave me alone now that my brother is gone," Coren smiled at the notion. Ever since Viserys had been killed, Coren had been in a remarkably better mood. In fact, it had taken all of him not to cheer as the Targaryen boy was thrown into the desert to decompose and be eaten by animals. "I doubt that he will."

"Well, not now that you're pregnant," Daenerys raised an eyebrow at the man, who continued. "In Westeros, whoever is next in line for your title holds just as much, sometimes more, power as you do. So, if you were to kill a man, you should think of who will hold his title next and if they're likely to get revenge on you and your family. Your son will, supposedly, have thousands in his khalasar to take back Westeros. That's a big threat for the king and the only way to prevent that is to kill you before you can have him or kidnap the babe."

"He will not have my son," Danaerys rested a protective hand over her stomach.

"Of course not, nor will he get you. I told you, I'm your personal guard, it is my job to protect you," Coren smiled at her, before Khal Drogo, his blood riders and Jorah entered the tent. The Khal was glaring down at the merchant, who was shaking like a leaf in the wind. Finally, the intimidating man turned away to check on Daenerys. Coren didn't catch much of the conversation, too busy trying to avert his eyes from Jorah's dark glare.

"Coren of Westeros," Coren was adept enough at Dothraki to pick up on his own name. Spinning around, Coren bowed his head in the man's direction. "I heard what you did. Choose any horse you wish, it is yours. I make this gift to you."

Coren did not understand most of what was just said, but nodded anyway. It sounded like something that you should nod to. The Khal continued off, into a large speech that the Westerosi teen only caught parts of. He was shouting something about Westeros and his son and Daenerys, as the rest of the Khalasar began to mount up and scream in agreement. 

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Jorah rode up next to Coren, who immediately prepared himself for an argument. The Mormont man had seemed to become more adept at knowing what buttons to push with Coren, especially when the teenager did not wish to speak with him.

"You and the Khaleesi seem closer?" Coren fought a sigh of annoyance. Viserys had said the same thing to him and he hadn't appreciated it. He found himself even less tolerant of it the second time around.

"I'm her personal guard. It's my job," Jorah hummed, though it sounded like he was still disbelieving of Coren's words. "What is it now?"

"Make sure it stays that way. You are not her husband, nor can you provide anything for her," Coren rolled his eyes once more, tightening his grip on his horse's reins. "You are a refugee of a war from years ago who is still in exile from his own country. You can not offer her anything and you can not keep entertaining the idea that you will be anything more to her than a guard."

"I'm not entertaining any idea." Coren snapped back in response. "She is the Khaleesi and I'm her guard. I know my place. But maybe you should learn yours because I am not the only one keeping a close eye on her."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I keep an eye on her because it is my job. Why are you so intent on watching her at any moment?" Coren turned to watch the man with a cold glare. "Maybe you should be telling yourself these things instead of talking to me."

"I watch over her because she is the future queen."

"Sure. That's the reason," Coren snapped. "Look, I don't know why you've gotten all stuck up all of a sudden, but don't drag me into any sort of trouble that you've created for yourself. And stop taking your anger out on me, gods."

Jorah's anger seemed to abate momentarily, as a sorrowful expression appeared on his face.

"Coren, look I..." Coren pushed his horse around further and cantered off to ride beside Rakharo.

"I hate being the mature one. It does not suit me," Rakharo looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.

"What has happened, Coren of Westeros?"

"Uhh...I don't really know myself?" Coren nodded to that, before looking at the front once more. "I need to fight someone."

"We should spar when we make camp tonight then," The Westerosi teenager caught the word for fight, and found himself un-tensing at the thought. It had been too long since he last sparred and he needed the practice.

"I like that idea."

Hiya,

So, this is just Coren and Daenerys and then Jorah basically telling Coren that he's useless. What a mood. It's also going to become a theme that Coren just hates Viserys, even when Viserys is dead, which is fair enough to be honest.

Let me know what you think,

Love Li xx