Chapter 7 - The Dragons Arrive

Sansa was just helping Margaery stick up a poster of Daario Naharis, the sexiest man alive and lead singer of the Second Sons on the wall when Jeyne burst in.

"What's up?"

"You will never guess who my new roommate is!"

"Who?"

"Daenarys Targaryen!"

Both Sansa and Margaery's jaws dropped and they stayed stuck where they were for a few seconds before snapping back to life.

Margaery jumped down from the desk "You mean THE Daenarys Targaryen, of THE Targaryens?"

Jeyne beamed "Yes!"

"Oh my god!" Sansa squealed.

The Targaryens were famous throughout Europe. Aerys Targaryen was the former Prime Minister of Britain but had slowly begun to turn mad over the years. He had been arrested after starting a fire in Downing Street that killed seven people, then mysteriously died within three days of his arrest. But the Targaryen's had always been… different. After all, everyone knew what had happened to Lyanna Stark.

After the incident with the fire the Targaryens had been known as the 'Dragons'. They seemed to revel in this nickname.

"I heard that Daenarys has modelled for Vogue," Sansa said, then whipped out her phone "I'll google her,"

"I bet she's stunning," Margaery complained "And takes all the boys."

"I'm sure she won't be a match for our Margaery…" Jeyne smirked.

"Here it is," Sansa announced "Daenarys Stormborn Targaryen, age 16, is the daughter of Aerys Targaryen, former Prime Minister blablabla… Oh look! Modelled for Gucci, Prada, Fendi, Vogue, Topshop, oh my god there's loads. And she's been in the film "Dark Wings Dark Words". She has one living brother, Viserys."

"He's hot," Jeyne raised an eyebrow.

Margaery looked at her in disgust "He looks like a weasel!"

The two others crowded round Sansa's phone to take a look at the enchanting girl.

"Wow."

The small figure on the screen seemed to radiate glory. The blondness in Daenarys' long hair appeared silver and she had styled it in two waterfall plaits that draped down her back elegantly. Her eyes were a startling blue, almost lilac, clashing against her pale skin. She wore a long violet dress (probably Dior, Margaery commented) with one hand on her hip and the other dangling by her side. Her whole appearance drew you in and left a thousand questions and stories dancing in your head.

Ding!

However, reality was suddenly dropped upon them when a text from Jeyne Westerling appeared across the top of Sansa's phone.

OMG new girl just arrived in a posh car, she is STUNNING. Look out the window! X

"It's her!" Jeyne Poole shrieked as they all dashed over to the window. With their faces pressed up against the glass they spied her. She stood by whilst a man in a red livery pulled out her trunk from the boot of a red Rolls Royce. Leaning against the car stood a tall boy, lazily smoking cigarette. Like his sister, he had the silver-blonde hair.

"That must be Viserys."

"I take it back Jeyne, he's alright…" Margaery turned to look for Jeyne but she had disappeared.

"Jeyne?"

Sansa paled "Oh no, she's gone downstairs to meet them!"

Margaery and Sansa rushed down all four flights of stairs and practically jumped the last three steps.

"Jeyne!" Their breaths came out in rushed puffs. There was Jeyne, talking animatedly to Daenarys, who appeared to be listening quite contently. Surrounding them was a heap of luggage.

"Oh hello," Jeyne turned around "I'd wandered where you got to. Daenarys, this is Sansa and Margaery, they're in the room next door to us."

"Hello," Daenarys smiled pleasantly. Margaery practically curtsied to the new girl, she was even prettier than the photos suggested. Sansa wandered if Daenarys was as mature and collected as her image showed.

"We've all been so excited to meet you!" Jeyne suddenly gushed. Sansa and Margaery blushed and smiled awkwardly.

"That is, um, what Jeyne means is -" But the excuse was cut off by Daenarys exclamation,

"I've been so excited to meet you all too!" Perhaps she is not what I thought, Sansa smiled inwardly, she was glad.

"Now, now Daenarys," a cold voice entered the hallway "First impressions are always important and you wouldn't want to make a fool of yourself, would you?"

Viserys was stood in the doorway, his lilac eyes flashing between each of the three strangers before him "And you are?"

The girls stated their names in a monotone, puzzled by this individual that was so… different. He suddenly caught Sansa in the eye and stared at her for a while "You're a Stark?"

"Yes." She found that his eyes scared her so she looked away. He was wearing a suit the colour of red wine, and in his hand was a small wooden case. Silver had been moulded into the wood leaving rogue swirls and symbols all over.

"You forgot this," Daenarys reached out to take the box but instead of handing it over, Viserys grabbed her outstretched arm and drew her in roughly. The words he whispered in her ear were incomprehensible but after a few seconds Daenarys pulled away and nodded,

"Of course." She said quietly.

"Good girl."

Sansa, Jeyne and Margaery were completely shocked when Viserys suddenly bent down and pecked his sister on the lips. He then handed her the little box.

"I'll see you later."

Daenarys watched him go in silence and then turned to the other girls. They must have still looked rather shocked as she laughed and said,

"It is just a family custom. I'm sorry about him, he isn't normally that blunt. He's not very fond of the fact that we have to be split up at school."

"He seems like a protective brother," Jeyne mused, watching the Rolls Royce pull out of the Dorne driveway.

Daenarys shrugged "I suppose you could call him that."

"Would you like some help with your bags, our rooms are on the top floor and it looks like you've got quite a lot,"

"Thank you!"

With much pushing and dragging, the four of them managed to carry all of Daenarys many belongings to her room.

"So, whereabouts in England do you live?" Margaery asked.

"Oh, I don't live in England," Daenarys chatted "At the moment I'm staying in France with my brother but we tend to move around a lot."

"How come?"

"Well… It's a bit complicated."

Margaery noticed the downwards tone of the girls voice and quickly intervened "I've always wanted to travel the world, you must have lived in some amazing places?"

It turned out that Daenarys had lived in eight different countries and could speak French, Spanish, Russian and Portuguese. She had been living with her brother since she was nine, hence why he disliked leaving her at Dorne. They had always been so close and had never spent any time longer than a few days apart, so it was a huge change for both of them. They had since been staying with various relatives and friends across the globe. Why? She never mentioned. Like her, Viserys was a model but was more into the photography and the directing side of it. Luckily, like the rest of them, she adored the Second Sons.

"I've actually met Daario Naharis," She said shyly.

"No way!" Jeyne clapped a hand over her mouth "Is he the sexiest man you've ever seen?! You're so lucky Daenarys…"

The new girl merely laughed. Even her laugh seemed to sound perfect.

"You can all call me Dany, if you like. I know Daenarys is a bit of a mouthful,"

"Dany," Sansa tried out the nickname "I think you're going to fit in here."