“Okay, so you just follow my lead. Try not to step on Haru’s feet.” Katara instructed, taking Zuko’s arm.
“I hate dancing.” I grumbled. I stomped over, and took my partner’s arm. “It’s boring. I’d much rather be soaking in the jacuzzi, or sparring with one of those lamebrain soldiers. It’s much more useful, to firebend well than to dance. Who gives a damn if I can’t dance?”
“Well…. You are a princess…..” He mumbled through his teeth, but I heard anyway.
“Oh shut up!” I snapped. I lifted the hem of my ridiculous skirt in disgust. “I bet that these dresses are designed to restrict movement. I hate corsets. I’m already too damn skinny. Zuko thinks I’m skipping my lunches, because I SPENT THREE YEARS IN AN ASYLUM!” I growled, accidentally treading on Haru’s left foot. He winced.
“Azula, darling, the dresses aren’t designed to restrict movement, they’re designed to enhance feminine beauty!” Katara drawled, snapping out a blue and white fan, and waved it around her face.
“Well, how am I expected to dance in this? I told you. NO WAY I’M WEARING A CORSET. That does it. This… This walking is stupid circles, This is not a dance. It’s walking in tiny circles. If you want to see a real dance, come to the sparring arena at 12 o’ clock SHARP.” I snapped, and marched out the door.
I returned to my bedroom, and I attempted to undo the knots in the corset, but they were dead knots. I tried to cut them off with the bejewelled dagger in the cabinet, and even Katara’s whalebone penknife, but the wicker-and-linen torture device would not yield. I frustration, I destroyed it with a blast of heat. Ah, it felt good to breathe freely again.
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Fireheart
Fanfiction(BOOK 2 OF AZULA'S STORY)- Apologies for not finishing book 1 (The girl who held fire in her hands) first, I'll update that ASAP --------- Aang thinks that Azula is lonely, and attempts to play matchmaker, with an impossible couple, and Azula strong...
