It's not often Viserys found joy, but in that very moment with two scrolls in hand, he was the happiest he'd ever been. His two sisters were at the Magister's bathhouse, where they were being prepared to be presented to their future husbands. Jaehaerys might have been his least favorite little sister, and that's why he was sending her far away to the north in Westeros. She'd been dreading the trip, hating the idea of leaving her sister. Daenerys and Jaehaerys stood next to each other while the maids prepared their baths.
Viserys appeared in the room and smiled at his identical twin sisters. One could hardy tell the other from another, but Jaehaerys had the violet eyes of the Targaryen, while Daenerys had blue ones. He hoped Jaehaerys would be safe in Westeros, not exactly wanting his sister to be killed, but if it happened he had no reason to grieve. His sisters were providing an army for him, and he was ecstatic to be rid of them.
"Sisters! Daenerys, Jaehaerys!" Viserys yelled across the room while the girls had been staring out off the balcony. Their silver blonde hair cascaded down each of their backs, and from behind they couldn't be told apart.
"There's our brides to be! Look, gifts for both of you from Illyrio. Touch it. Come on. Feel the fabric. Mmmm. Isn't he a gracious host?" He held out two beautiful tulle dresses, both very loose fitting fabric with very little to the imagination. Jaehaerys lifted her hand to touch the fabric and it was soft, like a baby's bottom.
"We've been his guests for over a year and he's never asked us for anything." Daenerys told her brother, eyeing the gift with a watchful eye. Jaehaerys was the more quiet one. She allowed her brother to hit her without a word, while Daenerys fought with him.
"Illyrio is no fool. He knows I won't forget my friends when I come into my throne. You still slouch. Let me see." Viserys pulled Daenerys' gown from her body and then Jaehaerys' as well.
"You both have a woman's body now." He told them as he stroked one of each of their breasts. It disgusted Jaehaerys when his hands touched her, but she endured it for the sake of today.
"I need you both to be perfect today. Can you do that for me? You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?" He asked. Both girls shook their heads quietly and said, "No."
He turned to leave them in the bathhouse, but stopped at looked back at them.
"When they write the history of my reign, sweet sisters, they will say it began today." Jaehaerys rolled her eyes and stepped into the hot bath, with steam coming from the water. Daenerys followed, and the maids fussed over it.
"It's too hot, my ladies." She yelled, but both girls kept walking inside and paid no mind to the maids concerns.
Fire cannot kill a dragon, Viserys always said, the hot water is nothing to a Targaryen. Jaehaerys scrubbed the dirt from her body and smiled at her sister. Daenerys and Jaehaerys were very close, and both seemed to be adjoined at the hip. Neither of them knew how they would endure today, but they knew they would find their way back to each other eventually.
"I'm going to miss you." Daenerys told her sister. Jaehaerys smiled softly. Her purple eyes could dig a hole in someone's soul if she stared long enough.
"I will miss you, sister. I hope my soon to be husband likes me." Jaehaerys sighed and scrubbed under her nails, the dirt from her planting roses coming out from under them.
"He'd be a fool not to. You're beautiful. We're beautiful." Daenerys assured her sister. Jaehaerys knew her sister spoke with wisdom, and comfort.
"I hope he doesn't make me dye my hair, I love it so." Jaehaerys played with the ends of her luscious silver curls and Daenerys scoffed.
"I'll cut his balls off myself if he tries." Daenerys vowed and Jaehaerys giggled. It was the first time either of them had found laughter in the past few days after their brother delivered to them the news of their betrothals.
"Perhaps he will be kind." Jaehaerys hoped Robb Stark would be, for her sake. She hoped he was nothing like the stories she'd read in books about Westeros, the norther barbarians that cared more for fucking and fighting than love.
"Perhaps they both will be." Daenerys leaned her head back on the bath and closed her eyes, Jaehaerys doing the same.
Jaehaerys sat on the boat, eating a small piece of trout and listened to the sounds of the birds and water splashing against the boat. They would be at Dragonstone soon, and then be escorted to Winterfell, Robb Stark's hold.
Jaehaerys wondered how her sister was, and if the Khal had been fair to her. She had to admit that the Khal was generous, sending ten of his best Dothraki men to escort her and be her guard. Their new suits of armor made them appear Dornish, but Jaehaerys hoped no one spoke to them, for they'd discover their true identity.
The dragon eggs were a gift from Illyrio, and were sitting on a shelf in her cabin. The men of the boat were very kind, and most only speaking High Valyrian. She studied both Dothraki and Valyrian in her years, and was fluent in both.
"Kisha are chir rekke, Khaleesi.(We are almost there, Khaleesi." One of her Dothraki men, Drako, placed his hand on her shoulder and she looked out to see the shore of Dragonstone close enough she could smell the food cooking from it.
"Anha'm vo, Khaleesi.(I'm no Khaleesi.)" She told him, but the man chuckled and walked away, his long black braids swinging behind him. Viserys had hired a few handmaidens to tend to Jaehaerys on her trip to Winterfell, and her hair had been played with more on the trip than it had her whole life.
Jaehaerys hoped their journey on water was over, she had no intention of boarding another boat in her life. The seasickness she felt was worse everyday.
"Drako, Fetch tih zhavorsa eggs." She told the Dothraki commander who nodded and went into her cabin to grab the chest of eggs. Illyrio had gifted the twins three dragon eggs each, the years had turned them to stone, but they were still beautiful, and Jaehaerys would never sell them. She intended to try to hatch them if the opportunity ever arose.
Jaehaerys, her two brunette lady's maids, and her ten Dothraki men all rode into the gates of Winterfell. Jaehaerys noticed the people were very different from her. They all were cold, and harsh looking, most with scowls imprinted in their faces. Drako dismounted from his horse and held Jaehaerys' horse for while another Dothraki helped her down. The gown she wore was much too thin for the north and she feared she would freeze from the chill if not for Drako throwing a cloak over her shoulder. She smiled to him in thanks and led them to the Starks lined up outside the castle. Jaehaerys curtsied to both Lady Stark and Lord Stark.
"I am grateful for your welcome, my lady, my lord." Lord Stark had not believed her to look exactly like Rhaella Targaryen, but there the girl was, silver locks and violet eyes, right in front of him. Lady Stark had already fallen in love with the girl, and the way that she held herself.
"I hope your journey was pleasant, Lady Jaehaerys. You must be tired, dear. We will have a bath drawn for you, and your men will be well fed at the feast we have prepared for your wedding to Robb tomorrow." Catelyn draped her cloak around the pale girl's shoulders and led her to Robb. Sansa had eyed Jaehaerys with awe, while Arya looked more interested in the men who protected her.
"This is my son, Robb." Catelyn introduced them and Jaehaerys held out her timid arm allowing Robb to shake it with his own.
"Jaehaerys." She said, her voice cracking from the silence she'd had on her ride.
His eyes almost bulged from their sockets the moment she rode into Winterfell on a horse taller than even he. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on, and his brother, Jon, could attest the same thing.
"It's a pleasure, my lady." Robb took her shaking hand and kissed it. Lord Stark almost chuckled when her cheeks filled with blush, but he stayed stoic for Robb's sake.
"Come dear, I will show you to your chambers, and then we will prepare you for the feast tonight." Lady Stark led Jaehaerys away with Sansa and Arya following close behind them.
"Jaehaerys, can I ask you a question?" Arya asked. Catelyn gave her youngest daughter a stern look of annoyance, but Jaehaerys turned to Arya.
"Yes, you may...?" Arya grinned and said, "Arya." Jaehaerys smiled back and looked at Drako who had his arms crossed and no emotion.
"Is he Dothraki?" Arya asked. Jaehaerys chuckled and nodded.
"His name is Drako." Jaehaerys said and looked up at Drako to introduce him to the small girl.
"Drako, Jinak is Arya Stark." Jaehaerys told Drako. He looked down at the much shorter girl and ruffled her hair in his hand making Arya giggle.
"Come now, child, your bath is being prepared for you." Catelyn drug her towards the main house. Normally, guests would stay in the guest house, but Jaehaerys was to be married to Robb tomorrow, so Catelyn had everything moved into his room and he would sleep in Bran's room for the night.
Jaehaerys loved the feeling of her room. The fireplace gave it more warmth and the springs the castle was built on let warmth seep through the walls reminding Jaehaerys of home.
"I hope you will like it here, darling. I remember the first time Ned brought me here. I was so lost. I missed home more than anything, and I'm sure you feel the same." Jaehaerys nodded at Lady Stark and ran her hands over the furs on the bed.
"This is Robb's chambers, I'm having him stay in his brother's room tonight, to give you privacy until you are both wed." Jaehaerys was grateful for Lady Stark. She didn't know how she felt about sleeping with a man the first night she met him.
"Drako does not have to guard your room. We have guards roaming the halls every night." Catelyn told Jaehaerys. Jaehaerys let the plaits in her hair down while her two handmaidens poured the steaming bath.
"His Khal ordered him to protect me until I was married to Robb. The Dothraki take their orders very seriously. He's my personal guard now, while the others are free to join Lord Stark's guard. That was the gift Khal Drogo sent to thank you for taking me in." Jaehaerys explained while she removed the two cloaks from her shoulders. Catelyn noticed a slight yellow bruise on the girl's back and raised a brow. Jaehaerys felt her staring at the bruise and said, "My brother was not kind to either i or my sister." Catelyn nodded and smiled at the girl.
"I will leave you to your bath, my dear. Hannah, a handmaiden, will come by later and help you get dressed for the feast. Come Sansa, Arya." Catelyn ushered her children from the room. Arya left reluctantly, wanting to talk more to the silver lady.
Jaehaerys let the blue dress slip from her body and stepped into the bath. Her handmaidens had learned not to argue about the heat of the water, knowing it didn't bother Jaehaerys.
"Why does Drako call me Khaleesi? I am not married to a Khal." She asked, Rhetta, the Dothraki handmaid that spoke English and Dothraki.
"You are marrying a Lord, which is the same thing in Dothraki. That is why he calls you such. Now sit still, I'm going to wash the bugs from your hair." Jaehaerys made a face at the sound of bugs in her hair and slid her body further into the water, letting the warmth of it envelope her.
Emilia Clarke as Jaehaerys Stormborn
Ben Barnes as Drako