Fire Cannot Kill a Dragon
a Song of Ice and Fire/Temeraire crossover
They sat before the gates of Yunkai in an airy pavilion of poles and fine silken fabrics, the khaleesi and her new khalasar, the remnants of Khal Drogo's great horde alongside the former slaves of Qarth. When Dany's dragons were new-hatched, such a thing would never have been possible, but the largest one, black as night, insisted on a structure to shelter himself and his brothers from the baking sun, and constructed the bulk of it from materials pilfered along the way; the Qartheen did not hesitate to avail themselves of the shade, even if it were populated by dangerous beasts that grew larger and more uncontrollable every day.
For now, though, the pavilion played host to a Yunkish emissary and his retinue, come out to ask for the third day in a row if they could be persuaded to go away for a gift of treasure. The dragons were minded to accept, but Dany was unmoved.
"I will lay waste to your city and knock it to the ground with the Divine Wind; only see if I do not!" she cried. "For I am Daenerys Targaryen, the Stormborn, the Unburnt, rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons, and I will take what is mine with fire and" –
There came a sharp gristly sound and a shriek of pain abruptly cut off; a pair of milk-pale legs crumpled to the red earth.
"Oh! I did not mean to, but she does go on, and I am so frightfully hungry," sighed Temeraire. "Rakharo, okeo anni, have any more horses become lame? Only there is nothing else to eat in this cursed place," he muttered, picking a silver-gold braid shamefacedly from between his teeth.