A/N: A man returns.

That horrid season Eight drove a man away, but he's come back once again!

The people have spoken! We're getting a double updated for Easter; this, and Hearts of Stone.

This story's less popular compared to my other crossovers, but here we are.

With my fifteen year anniversary on this site finally here, I find myself reflecting on the little things in life. What was once a lazy pastime meant for me and a few friends really grew and evolved over time. There are days when I look back on the last fifteen years here and I wonder if anyone will remember me; if I made an impact, despite never making a single cent on any of these stories. Some days were happier than others, and some stories I enjoyed writing WAY too much; to the point where I'd stay up all night working on them.

And of course, there are times when I look to the future and wonder what will become of things when I'm gone.

Of course, I try not to dwell on the latter overmuch; I'm still alive and still writing. In an ideal world, I'd like to keep doing so for as long as I can. But old age is catching up to me and these days, the world is filled with so much madness and death. Even before that, so many friends and fellow writers I once knew are gone, now. Will I still be here in twenty years? Ten? Five? Its a chilling thought. But for now, I'm still here, still writing.

No questions this time. I think I've kept you waiting long enough.

As ever, the Embers rule remains: If people don't like this story? If they don't enjoy it? Well...I' won't be able to continue it. That's no joke, folks. I'm so busy these days with two jobs; holidays are HERE and basically, I don't have time off. Not anymore. My free time is limited and as such, I can't afford to focus on something folks don't like. Reviews keep me writing in these times, and keep the daily updates flowing. Silence...silence only hurts. I hate having to beg for feedback, but without it...well, it feels like I'm not making an impact.

Alright, I've kept you waiting long enough, methinks. Enough of this old man's rambling; you're here for a story.

Once more, I own nooooo references, quotes, memes or themes. Not a wit or a one. Nope.

They're simply tributes to legends far greater than I.

Hope you're ready for some surprises~!

Timeskip ahoy!

"Dracarys."

~?

A Dragon is Not a Slave

Kraznys mo Nakloz had a strange name.

He spoke an even stranger language, one that Naruto was beginning to loathe.

The man was full of himself; full of arrogance and pride and insults, so many insults. On and on he went, ranting and rambling, thinking they couldn't understand him without Missandei to translate. The former slave - a captive no longer now that Daenerys had bought and freed her- translated well enough, never once hinting at the true vitriol her former owner was spouting. She even smiled when she had no cause to. He'd give her credit for that. A good, kind soul, this one, doing her best to weed

Ohhh, but they could. He and Daenerys both.

He knew every word, every insult, every perceived slight.

She, at least, was able to ignore them as she conversed with the wily old Master.

Not so much him. If old Kraznys kept trying to slight them he was going to have a bloody hole where his heart was.

"Eight thousand Unsullied." Jorah muttered aside, distracting him from his growing ire, as the Master rambled on. "Its a good number."

Naruto grit his teeth. "You say that like the Unsullied are a means to an end."

Jorah gave him a sidelong glance. "Aren't they?"

His jaw clenched harder. "Eunuchs or not, they should have the right to choose whom they serve. Not be...mutilated."

"Hmm." Mormont didn't respond to that.

Rhaegal did and Viseriou; the smaller dragons trilled on his shoulders and nipped at his fingers.

"Shh." he cooed at them. "Not yet. You'll have your fill soon enough."

Dragons did not enjoy captivity, as they'd soon learned. Drogon, Viserion and even Rhaegal wanted to be free at all times; to fly and soar and perch wherever the pleased. Today he'd become their perch. He suspected he wouldn't be for much longer; not at the rate they were growing. They'd be monstrously large someday-might as well enjoy them while they were small.

Drogon at least, wasn't using his head and shoulders as a glorified nest.

Today, he was in a cage.

The little black dragon had consented to it just this once-though he didn't look or sound happy. Even less so now as Daenerys plucked him forth from said cage and stalked toward master Kraznys. A chain bound Drogon's ankle, preventing him from flying away from her outright, but he began to protest when she handed him off to the mad master of Astapor. In exchange, he gave her the whip of the Unsullied.

Just like that, the trade was complete, the deal done, the bargain struck.

Naruto heart clenched at little at the reminder.

Daenerys didn't say anything.

Which meant she must be up to something. What, exactly, Naruto didn't know for certain, but undoubtedly something. He trusted her. He knew she'd never sell one of her own away for an army. She loved them.

Shaking off his unease, he looked to their newest ally, the grizzled man standing beside him. He at least, looked just as uncomfortable with this bargain.

He admittedly knew little of Westerosi politics, and even less of their warriors. Jorah, thankfully, had been quick to fill him in on the identity of the man who now stood beside him. He was a legend by all accounts, a man who took his vows seriously. Ser Barristan the Bold. Apparently he'd served Daenerys' father, and the king that followed. Now he served her. He'd do his best to keep him alive in the days to come.

Which, once again, brought them back to the matter of dragons. Why in the seven hells was Daenerys giving one away? She had to have a plan.

Drogon's was protesting quite audibly now as his Mother turned her back and walked away; sharp keening cries almost begging really. Rhaegal and Viserion grew distressed on his back and shoulders, crying out for their brother. The little lizard's cries tore at his heart. He forced himself to ignore them and breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Innn. Ouuut. Dany had a plan. She must, she BETTER; because if she didn't, he was going to storm up there, free Drogon, and ran his fist down that ugly bastard's throat-

"Unsullied!"

Naruto's head whipped around so fast he physically felt his neck creak.

He knew Valyrian. Once again, that much was worth repeating. There was been precious little to do on the journey to Astapor and not much space in which to do it. He'd had nothing but time and a willingness to learn. So yes, he knew the language, enough to know the insults Kraznys was hurling Dany's way, and enough to understand what was happening now. He looked to Ser Jorah and Ser Barristant, both of whom appeared just as surprised. They too, wore the faintest beginnings of a smile.

A grin tore across his face. So that was hergame. Clever girl.

"Forward march!" she commanded.

They complied as one.

"Halt!"

They obeyed, again, as a singular unit.

Kraznys mo Nakloz growled, unaware of what was about to transpire. "Tell the bitch her beast won't come!"

Missandei opened her mouth to do just that-until Naruto waved her down.

Daenerys pivoted in place, her voice roiling with contempt. "A dragon is not a slave."

Horror dawned across the man's face, followed by comprehension. "You speak Valyrian?!"

"I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen," a wry smile curled the corner of her mouth. "Of the blood of Old Valyria. Valyrian is my mother tongue." Leaving master Kraznys to balk at her deception, she turned back to her newfound. army. "Unsullied!"

They bristled with anticipation, waiting new orders.

So too did Viserion and Rhaegal. Naruto felt them perk up on his shoulders.

Daenerys gave them quickly. "Slay the masters! Slay the soldiers! Slay every man who holds a whip, but harm no child! Strike the chains off every slave you see!"

They obeyed. Without thought, without pause; they turned their spears upon their former owners. It was a glorious thing to see. Wicked men died in droves. The discipline of the Unsullied was legendary. None who earned their ire lived to speak of it. They died screaming, choking, gurgling on their own blood.

Not so for Kraznys. Though he still clutched Drogon's chain, he failed to realize his peril. "I am your master! Kill her! Kill her! KILL HER NOW!"

Daenerys scoffed. "Dracarys."

Naruto whistled a second later.

Drogon answered with fire. As did his siblings.

And with that single act, a glorious revolution began.

A/N: Ahhh, good old Season 3, before everything went to pot.

Aaaand there we go. As ever, this story remains under the Embers rule. If folks don't like it? Well...I'll not continue it. I simply haven't the time to write something that people don't like these days -two jobs, no days off, that sort of thing!-which leads to me being very choosy with what I do write. So by all means, speak up!

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Hope you enjoy the previews.

(Previews)

"Crucifying every master was stupid. Some might be innocent."

"Careful, now. She is our queen. You shouldn't say such things of her."

"Yes," Blue eyes hardened with a gleam of defiance. "She is our queen. I serve her. As well all do. But I'm not above smacking fool notions out of her head. She needs more than loyalty in the days to come; she needs good men and women by her side. Friends. Advisers yes, but friends. People she trusts.

"Do you want her to burn the world, Ser?" he took a step closer toward Barristan. "Because that is what WILL happen if she doesn't keep that temper in check."

Why did Jorah flinch just now?

Naruto cracked his neck. "Gimme a minute."

Daenerys tried to stop him. Her hand slid off his shoulder.

He grabbed one of the Sons of the Harpy by the mask and crushed it like a rotten apple, skull and all. Still clutching their corpse he whirled and used them as a flail, bounding a second into paste. From there kicked up their blade and flung it, skewering three men to a wall at once. One of the bastards jammed a dagger into his exposed flank. It shattered against the scarlet shroud sheathing his body. A clawed hand slashed backward with contempt, disemboweling them.

Daario whistled. "He knows how to kill, I'll give him that.

Indeed he did. The Sons of the Harpy died in droves.

They were still dying when her protector looked to the skies and whistled.

Viserion and Rhaegal wheeled down, spitting fire. The enemy did not die well.

Daenerys watched the slaughter with a smile.

Do you know they're calling him these days?"

She tilted her head. "Enlighten me."

"The Red Death."

Dany couldn't quite hide her smile. "I find it fitting."

The door closed behind her.

Naruto looked up from his journal. There was something in her eyes.

Daenerys didn't tell him what it was. She showed him; stepped to him, grabbed him by the face, and pressed her lips to his.

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