❝ 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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"𝕳ow are you faring?" There was a call from behind Coren, as the man pulled his dark eyes away from the ocean to look back at his queen. Daenerys was walking over, the start of a teasing smile playing on her lips as Coren cocked an eyebrow. "Staring for sea monsters in the water?"
"Aye, I've got to make sure that I can help to protect our fleet." Coren nodded in response, as a screech sounded near them, Falkor diving past to pull a fish from the sea, roast it and then disappear once more. His brothers mimicked him as Coren put his fingers to his lips and whistled. "Though I think these scaly beasts will scare them off. It would be good food, wouldn't it, Falkor?"
The largest of all four dragons came to a stop beside Coren, taking the food from the man's hand and waiting for attention. Daenerys smiled, patting her dragon's hide even though the red beast normally stayed with Coren more than her.
"He's taken to training well."
"Yes, I think he was getting bored earlier on, hence the misbehaving." Coren and Daenerys admired the ruby red dragon with molten gold eyes, who had taken to biting at people and snatching food from your hands like a persistent sea bird. Thus, Coren had begun to train the dragon, as if he were a dog, seeing if the mental stimulation would help.
It had.
"I'm trying to teach him how to dive on command." Coren mused, both of them becoming engrossed in their conversation about the dragons. "I feel, if he continues to grow, the use of dive in particular in battle would be beneficial. That and roll."
"Roll? You are going to teach Falkor to roll?" Daenerys stared at him, eyes wide. "He is not a dog."
"No, but a 200 foot dragon rolling and crushing enemies would be useful." Coren pointed out, shrugging. "I know they sound like basic tricks but each one, with the right training could be used in battle, to conquer Westeros when the time comes. He is clever enough to learn."
"All of them are."
"Falkor is the most intelligent." Coren corrected, patting the dragon with a grin. "It is something about the golden eyes. He knows more."
"You can not have favourites."
"I beg to differ." Daenerys raised an eyebrow as Coren grinned. "They are not my children, so I can have favourites and mine is Falkor."
"Do not say that in front of the others. They will grow jealous."
"My attention is something to be jealous over." Coren winked as Daenerys looked away from him briefly, her cheeks turning slightly red. "But they will live. They have your attention to fight over instead. As most do."
