𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 | Odds

{ Coren }

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"𝖂hy are you covered in blood?" Daenerys appeared, eyebrows furrowed as she reached for Coren's head. Tilting it to and fro, she inspected him for injuries as Coren grinned and brushed her off softly.

"I'm alright. We ran into an group of Sons of Harpy, further from the pyramid district. They thought they could kill me easily because I was new." Coren shrugged. "I killed them all instead."

"They are getting more brazen." Daenerys ran a tired hand down her face. "I fear that I now should make a bolder statement. Clearing out areas of the city is not working, they just move to where we cannot reach them. Or they move back to places that we have already checked and it is a vicious cycle. I do not wish for them to keep killing members of our armies."

"Then, perhaps, there is a suggestion that should be warranted."

"What suggestion?"

"Round up the leaders of the great families, and maybe a small introduction should be given."

"To who? You?" Daenerys' eyebrows furrowed.

"Not me." Coren shook his head. "But I do believe they have never met Falkor. It would be such a shame to not introduce them to the largest of your dragons."

"Now, Coren, I do believe your idea holds merit." Daenerys began to smile, before turning to her husband. "Where is he?"

"Out and about. I can call him back." Coren followed along behind her as they headed for the council room, hoping to find the other advisors. "He was hunting last I checked."

"Call him back." Daenerys nodded, before pausing at the door to the council room. "Go and get him, I will send others to round up the leaders of the great families."

"Of course." Coren bowed his head, before pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Try not to get into too much trouble when I am gone."

"It is you I worry about." Coren laughed as he turned, heading up and out of the pyramids, to the plateau that Falkor had come to inhabit when he was in Mereen. The plain was empty, charred skeletal remains of animals littered around the sides, and Coren pulled the whistle from beneath his armour.

He had carved it soon after they left Mereen, needing a way to bring Falkor back to him if there was ever any trouble that he could not deal with alone. Bringing it to his lips, he blew, the piercing whistle shrieking across the desert and out towards where he knew the dragon was.

It took another few blows, before Coren sat back against a rock, waiting. 

Daenerys had to round up the remainder of the leaders of the families, so he was in no hurry for the dragon to return. Though he did wish to wash the drying blood off of his face and hands, for it caked them and ran deep into the crevices of his skin.

Coren took to picking at his nails to attempt to get it out.

He didn't know how long it took, but after a fair amount of time, a large, dark shape went soaring over the top of him, circling around, before the ground rumbled and Falkor landed beside him. His snout was bloody, golden eyes curious as he stopped ahead of Coren and blew a load of hot air out of his nose.

"Thank you." Falkor nudged him again. "Daenerys needs your help."

Falkor chuffed, whistling and clicking to Coren, as the man nudged and checked on the scabs that covered the dragon's chest. Drogon had truly done a number on him.

"Your Grace, please." Falkor and Coren's heads snapped up, turning to face the door as Daenerys appeared, smoothing her dress out innocently as she motioned for Coren to join her side. He sidled over, smiling at her as people began to be pulled onto the plateau. They were chained, the Unsullied standing with them and Coren was a little surprised to find that Daario Naharis had made his return.

Coren hadn't seen him earlier on, making him wonder whether the man was avoiding him due to his marriage.

"Stop them here." Daenerys called as Falkor licked the blood off of his nose, getting to his feet as the chained men began to rattle and shake in fear. She was saying something to the prisoners in Valyrian, something that Coren had yet to learn and Daenerys was far too good of a queen to cuss in her speeches, which limited Coren's knowledge.

Daenerys motioned for Daario to bring one of the prisoners forwards as Falkor snapped and snarled. He began to stand up to his full height, a gleam appearing in his eyes that Coren had only seen when the dragon was hunting. Falkor turned towards Daenerys and Coren for a moment, questioning whether this was something that he was allowed to do.

"Falkor." Daenerys nodded and the dragon lunged forward, a crunch echoing across the plateau as he bit the man clean in two. Falkor threw his head back, toasting one half of the body and beginning to eat. The men began to scramble back, fear present in the air as Coren turned back to Daenerys.

She was smiling innocently, patting Hizdahr zo Loraq's arm, before turning back to Coren.

"You are always worried about overfeeding Falkor, so perhaps tomorrow."

"You are evil, torturing them mentally." Coren teased, before turning to Falkor. The dragon spat a bone out, before swiping his tail to and for and turning to go to sleep.

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"Missandei." Coren placed his daughter down, smiling at the sight of his wife and his friend. The pair were standing near to Daenerys' desk, talking in hushed tones but they paused as he entered. "Darling."

"Husband." Daenerys grinned, a soft blush dusting her cheeks.

"Coren." Missandei smiled, as Coren pressed a swift kiss to Daenerys' cheek. She leant into it momentarily, before squeezing his hand. "The little princess looks happy."

"She has been to see Kor and had a good nap, so I should hope so."

"Food." Rhaenerys appeared, little hands grasping onto her mother's dress as she looked up at her with wide, violet eyes. The toddler licked her lips as Daenerys smiled.

"In one minute." That sated the princess' curiosity, as she rushed back to her toys in the corner. "I was speaking to Missandei about the choice that was made. The masters were given what they deserved but now, Ser Barristan councils mercy and Daario Naharis thinks I should kill all of the masters and start over. Missandei thinks she is not fit to have an opinion on these matters."

"Missandei's opinion is the only one that I trust." Coren shot the woman a smile, leaning back onto the desk as they spoke. "Everyone has different opinions but it is true, the Sons of Harpy get more bold, they have more fight in them. They will attack again and someone will be killed or wounded sure enough, someone from the advisors. It is a matter of time. We have merely delayed their plans due to Falkor and it is a bit hard to get Falkor through doors, so we cannot rely on him in the city streets."

Missandei and Daenerys hummed in agreement at that as Coren merely shrugged.

"Missandei, you are as fit as anyone I know. You know why I am here and you know who will suffer the most if this all falls apart." Daenerys sank down into her chair, watching the woman. "So, what do you think?"

"I can only tell you what I have seen, Your Grace." Missandei sat down, looking between the pair as Rhaenerys continued to command her play pretend armies in the corner. "I have seen you listen to your councillors. I have seen you lean on their experience when your own was lacking and weigh the choices they put before you. And I have seen you ignore your councillors because there was a better choice. One that only you could see."

Daenerys hummed in agreement as Coren nodded.

"See, have more confidence." Coren grinned at Missandei. "You are practically an expert."

"You are too kind."

"I am truthful." Coren shrugged Missandei's compliment off, before turning back to his wife. "You have a plan?"

"Of sorts." Daenerys nodded, as Coren's eyebrows narrowed. 

"Can we be privy to this plan?"

"No." Coren rolled his eyes as Daenerys grinned at him. 

"Last time you did this, you set half of Astapor aflame." Coren pointed a finger at her as Daenerys nodded. "Then I got it in the neck because Jorah thought it was my idea."

"It could never have been your idea."

"Are you calling me a fool?" Coren teased as Daenerys nodded. "I am glad Missandei is here to see how you wound me so."

"I am staying out of this, Your Grace." Missandei hid her smile as Coren shook his head.

"Betrayed." Both women laughed, as Rhaenerys perked up at the sight of her father. "You love me, do you not, Little Dragon?"

"Food?" The women both laughed harder.

"I see I come second to food." Rhaenerys beamed, wiggling around at the sound of dinner, as Coren sighed. He returned to Daenerys, who was quite happy to take her daughter back as Missandei left them. "It is a good thing I have such a strong ego, or else I'd simply never recover."

"I have to keep your ego in check, husband dearest." Daenerys leant up, her hand on his cheek as she kissed him softly. 

"Yuck." Coren and Daenerys paused, turning to look at their daughter, who was pulling a face. "Food."

"She gets this from you." Daenerys turned to Coren, as the man nodded. "Alright, little dragon. We shall get you some dinner."

"And your mother will plot in peace about her next moves." Coren laughed, following his family out of the door. 

Hiya,

So, little slower but Ser Barristan isn't dead because he's not in the books tbh, so he's staying with them. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, because it's a little rushed (my diss tutor is making me change two huge chunks of my diss with four days to go until it's due in so this isn't edited, sorry). Anyway, Rhaenerys is here, Falkor's here, Missandei and Coren are besties and Dany is long suffering with him.

Let me know what you think,

Love Li xx