Daenerys may have promised that no harm would come to the Junkai envoy, but Drogon did not. And he is not impressed by the envoy’s tribute.
Not much to say about that one other than I found the envoy’s unicorn hairstyle amusing.
The dragons answered. Rhaegal hissed and smoked, Viserion snapped, and Drogon spat swirling red-black flame. It touched the drape of Grazdan’s tokar, and the silk caught in half a heartbeat. Golden marks spilled across the carpets as the envoy stumbled over the chest, shouting curses and beating at his arm until Whitebeard flung a flagon of water over him to douse the flames. “You swore I should have safe conduct!” the Yunkish envoy wailed. Daenerys IV – 580
