❝ 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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𝕮oren meandered behind Daenerys, listening to the High Valyrian flow off of the man's tongue, an eyebrow cocked. He was only pretending to listen, because just like Dothraki, he didn't understand it.
Coren was not famed for his knowledge of languages.
"The Unsullied have stood here for a day and a night with no food or water." The translator spoke softly to Daenerys. The girl had taken one look at Coren and deemed him to be intimidating, so had not made eye contact with him again since. Jorah, who had not truly spoken to Coren in a few days, was on the man's other side. "They will stand until they drop."
The slave trader continued to speak in Valyrian. Coren did not necessarily like the man but he could not tell whether it was because this man was a slave trader or there was something else, deeper down, that Coren had an issue with.
"Such is their obedience."
They crossed into a courtyard of Unsullied warriors, standing to attention. As they drew closer, the soldiers, in unison, made an aisle for them to pass through. The amount of training that they had gone through was incredible, but Coren still despised that it had been done.
"They may suit my needs. Tell me of their training." Daenerys was examining them all, her face guarded as the ten and nine year old looked over her shoulder to cock an eyebrow at Coren. She wanted to know his opinion. He huffed, pulled a face and tilted his head.
He also didn't know what to make of it all.
They came to a platform climbing up to it as the soldiers reformed. The platform gave them a wide view of the Unsullied soldiers and the sea behind them, as Coren cut in front of Jorah so that he could stand closer to Daenerys.
"They begin their training at five. Each day they drill from dawn to dusk until they have mastered the short sword, the shield and the three spears." The translator continued to explain. "Only one boy is four survives this rigorous training. Their discipline and loyalty are absolute. They fear nothing."
"Even the bravest men fear death." Jorah finally spoke up, as Coren and Daenerys turned to look at him. The slave master and the translator argued for a moment as Coren turned to look at them. There was an insult somewhere in there, aimed at one of them. He could recognise the tone of voice.
"My master says the Unsullied are not men." Coren cocked an eyebrow. They looked like men. "Death means nothing to them."
The man grew closer to Daenerys, smiling as Coren cocked an eyebrow and shuffled slightly closer. He wasn't above reaching over Daenerys to stab the man and then make sure that he and his queen had an option to jump into the sea and escape. Unfortunately, Daenerys caught his eye before he could, shaking her head.
