Naruto and the Game of Thrones

Chapter 13

Yunkai, a city with a rich history built over countless bodies of slaves. Daenerys had camped nearby and sent a messenger for the masters the surrender and avoid a sacking like that if Astapor.

The Wise Masters they called themselves. An order of rulers who rose to power by treachery and corruption. Edwyn's senses screamed at him just like the time he was in New Ghis. It was getting harder for him to keep the rage rising from within him in check. He feared that sooner or later, it will explode... and the world will be set ablaze with it.

Edwyn wanted to end his journey in Essos as quickly as he could. News from Westeros had reached him that Stannis Baratheon lost in his attempt to seize the Iron Throne. The man was being corrupted by a priestess who followed R'hllor. The man had fallen so low that he murdered his own brother with dark magic. Now that he thought about it, the order of all those who followed R'hllor was in Essos.

Edwyn smirked, 'Well, at least I have something I can release my wrath upon.'

The emissary of the masters arrived at Daenerys' camp sitting atop a palanquin carried by several slaves.

Razdal Mo Eraz, the man reeked of arrogance, so much so that Edwyn wrinkled his nose in disgust. He approached Daenerys, ignoring the chair placed for him but was stopped by her dragons as they hissed dangerously at the man.

Eraz stopped, backed away and took his seat.

Daenerys began, "Are you here to surrender? If not then prepare yourselves for a fate worse than the masters of Astapor."

Eraz stared at Daenerys and slowly gestured to his slaves who came forward and placed a chest near her men.

"I pride myself on my knowledge of the savage senseless west. And yet, why should we speak thus harshly to one another? It is true that you committed savageries in Astapor, but we Yunkish are a most forgiving people. Your quarrel is not with us, Your Grace. Why squander your strength against our mighty walls when you will need every man to regain your father's throne in far Westeros?"

He nodded to the chest and continued, "Yunkai wishes you only well in that endeavour, and to prove the truth of that, I have brought you a gift. Fifty thousand golden marks. Yours, as a gesture of friendship from the Wise Masters of Yunkai. Gold given freely is better than plunder bought with blood, surely? So I say to you, Daenerys Targaryen, take this chest, and go."

Daenerys immediately replied, "Then I too have a gift for you. Your life."

Eraz shifted in his seat and asked, "My life?"

Daenerys nodded, "And the lives of your Wise Masters. But I also want something in return. You will release every slave in Yunkai. Every man, woman, and child shall be given as much food, clothing, and property as they can carry as payment for their years of servitude. Reject this gift, and I shall show you no mercy."

Eraz glowered with anger, "You are mad! We are not Astapor or Qarth! We are Yunkai and we have powerful friends. Friends who would take great pleasure in destroying you. Those who survive, we shall enslave once more. Perhaps we'll make a slave of you as well..."

One of Daenerys' dragons screeched at him, "... You swore me safe-conduct!"

Daenerys said smugly, "I did, but my dragons made no promises. And you threatened their mother."

Eraz shot up from his seat and ordered his slaves to take the gold away. The dragons hissed at the slaves, stopping them from coming near the chest.

"My gold. You gave it to me, remember? And I shall put it to good use. You'd be wise to do the same with my gift to you. Now get out!"

Eraz glowered at her, "You shall rue this arrogance, whore! These little lizards will not keep you safe, I promise you! We will fill the air with arrows if they come within a league of Yunkai. Do you think it is so hard to kill a dragon?"