The Princess and the Peasant - (An Azula Epic)

Days Gone By

The sound of jail cells bars slamming shut echoed into the air while its single occupant sat on a bench staring out from his cell.

The man gazing out of the Fire Nation prison was none other than the inventor known as the mechanist.

He had just been transferred out of the Fire Nation Capital City Prison and brought into a cell on board a Fire Nation airship.

Where was he going?

He couldn't say.

As for why?

He had a good guess.

'This must be some sort of ploy to blackmail me into creating more weapons for the Fire Nation.' The mechanist thought with a sorrowful sigh while he leaned back upon the bench.

The sound of footsteps approaching his cell caused the older man to raise his eyes upward to see just who had been sent to interrogate him.

Only to pale in terror upon finding a beautifully merciless face gazing back at him.

Princess Azula!

"Greetings, peasant. You must be the mechanist." Azula spoke with her arms folded regally over her robed chest.

While staring through the cell doors with her callous amber golden eyes at the unnerved inventor.

"I...am, Your Highness." The mechanist answered with poorly hidden nervousness while the princess opened the doors to the cell.

"By all rights I should have you executed for your part in the invasion. But that would be a waste of your ability." Azula stated before stepping in with her every step that she took sending a shiver down the poor man's spine.

"No matter what you say to me. Even at the cost of my own life. I will not build the Fire Nation anymore weaponry." The mechanist informed in an attempt at defiance while the princess stared down at him with her usual ruthless death stare.

"Really? You speak as if you are so certain that I am powerless to change your mind." Azula purred before taking another step closer while the cell block suddenly lit up with blue fire.

"Whether I live or die is very well within your hands. But the Fire Nation wouldn't have half of its weaponry without me. And since you lack the ability to build it without me. Yes. In that regard you are powerless." The mechanist retorted in a brief spurt of bravery while the princess glared down at him with her lips curving into a scowl.

Not even a second later the sound of a pained cry echoed into the otherwise empty cell block.

The older man crumpled to the floor while the princess stood towering over him with a truly icy countenance.

The fist that she used to backhand the man fell back to her hip before she turned her head to speak once more.

"True. I cannot force you to build for us. But I can torture you slowly over the next year. I have many ways of making you reconsider your position." Azula remarked before stomping on the inventor's head with her amber golden eyes narrowing into that of an utterly piercing glare.

And much to her sadistic delight she was already finding that the Earth Kingdom man was already caving into her will.

That was if the sounds of his pitiful whimpers were anything to go by.

"Furthermore. There are a great many refugees living at that temple of yours. I could always bring them in to join you. Perhaps...you would be more receptive to their screams than your own?" Azula commented with her fingers curling up upon her toned biceps while the frightened man squirmed beneath her boot.