Yunkaï the Yellow City
'We are not Astapor or Qarth. We are Yunkaï. We have powerful friends, friends that will take great pleasure in destroying you and your nieces!'
Manaerys blinks as the man threatens them, seeing Vysenera tense beside Dany. Their niece does not seem fazed, but Manaerys can feel Viserion growing tense, and she also sees Drogon moving nervously on his pedestral.
Rhaegal sits next to Vysenera, on the arm of the couch, slightly less anxious while his mother scratches his head.
'Those who survive we will enslave once again. Perhaps we will make a slave of you and your nieces as well!'
The man stands up as he claims this, Drogon and his brothers roaring out in anger. Viserion growls and shows his teeth, the noble stumbling back at the reaction of the three dragons.
'You swore me save conduct!' the noble mutters as Vysenera raises an eyebrow, eyes blazing with anger.
'I did. But my dragons did not. Remember that next time you decide to threaten their mothers.' Dany hisses, as Manaerys lets out a laugh.
'Take the gold.' Vysenera sees the slaves advancing cautiously, and she cannot blame them for that. Drogon screeches in warning and lands on the table next to the gold, as the slaves stumble back.
'You gave it to my niece as a gift, remember?' Manaerys grins as Vyserion hisses from her lap, his mother thrumming her fingers gently on his neck to relax her dragon.
'We shall make good use of it. You should do as well with our gift'. Vysenera says, as she gives a piece of meat to Rhaegal next to her.
'Now get out!' Dany says, as she shoos him away with her hands. The man turns and starts muttering in his language, marching out of the tent.
'Was it wise to vex him, niece?' Vysenera asks as she sees the noble storming away. 'Should we let the slaves be than?' Dany asks. Vysenera shakes her head.
'I did not say that. But they are a proud people, so...' Manaerys grins. 'It will be fine, they get what they deserve.'
'Who are those friends they have?' Daenerys asks Ser Jorah as he shakes his head. 'I do not know Khaleesi.'
'Find out?' she asks as Ser Jorah nods. He walks out of the tent as Drogon lands on his mother's lap, demanding attention.
Vysenera cannot help but feel her niece may have gone too far. Better to keep an eye on her sister and niece, just to be sure.
As she shares a look with Ser Barristan, he seems to agree.