Staying on the honour roll

My honour brought all the girls to the yard, but its now like... they're gone.

So, this story is somehow #19 for the tag basement?? It was just a random tag I put, it doesn't and will never have anything to do with the story , but now it's somehow more famous then a Harry styles fanfic. Nice.

There is honestly no point. I doubt that I'll be able to catch up on this work by the end of the year, let alone the end of the month. Which, by the way, is in 8 days. While I wasn't particularly depressed about not dating Mai anymore, there is a certain weird feeling that comes with losing something you've had for a while.

Just as I was about about to suck it up, and start my work at last, one of the servants walked into my room. Without knocking. Thought I was meant to be just a little important around here, but what does the crown prince do anyway?

Oh yeah. He becomes king. Who could literally assasinate any of these servants. I wondered why they aren't at all scared of me, but then realised it's because they've known me my whole life. I can barely step on a ant without feeling guilty, I have no idea how I could actually kill a human. I mean, yeah, I'm mean to some people (Aang, for example) but I don't think I would kill them.

The servant cleared his throat, and I realised I had completely zoned out.
'Erm, sorry. Could you repeat that?'
He nodded, and began. 'Your father requests your presence in the dining hall. It is 7:45, dinner began 15 minutes ago. Unless, of course, there is a reason for you staying?' He added, eyeing the pile of work next to me.

I paused. I doubted Smokin' hot ozai-wozai (What azula insisted was our mothers nickname for him) wouldn't mind me staying if it was to do my work, but there was always people from the media trying to sneak into the castle. If it was noticed I wasn't at dinner, they'd make up a story (Hey, it had happened before) or, even worse, find out the truth.

My lack of honour would be revealed to all. I had to go. So I sucked it up, and stood to walk to the dining hall.

Dinner was a fairly pleasant, if not boring, event. Not much drama, no food fights, just good food. Really good food. I helped myself to seconds.
'Zuko, don't eat too much. We don't want you turning into Iroh.' My father growled. I grinned, not seeing what was too bad. Successful army general, wise, and always great comic relief. I laughed and said 'As long as the strange words of wisdom and unlimited tea coupons come with the fat, I'm all good!'
My dad snarled, but didn't say anything. I saw my mother shoot him a glare, while Iroh suppressed laughs. Azula sulked on the end of the table, obviously not caring for my humour.

After dinner, I went back and actually did start my work. Made a fairly decent dent on my to do list. I went to bed content. Anything for my honour.

That night, I had a vivid dream. My honour, it was going away, slipping through my fingers. Only honour was a beautiful woman who could run much faster then me on long graceful legs, sprinting far away until I couldn't even see her. I knelt down, broken. My honour. Damn. Well. Time to get on with my life.

Haha, very funny. In the dream, I did not go on with my life. I became fire lord only to send the nation into ruin and have many of us die in failed war attempts. On my death bed, honour came back, but did not touch me. She instead laughed at me, the shrill giggles ringing in my ear. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

That wasn't laughter, it was an alarm. I had to wake up. Go to school and try to work hard. So much for getting a good sleep.