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The Princess and the Peasant - (An Azula Epic) - Chapter 55 - The Chancellor’s Scheme

The following day.

Azula sat in her throne with her arms resting on the side of her throne while she gazed ahead at the approaching official.

“Good day Princess Azula.” The chancellor greeted in a bow while the royal woman stared at him with cold golden eyes.

“I can only hope that you are not wasting my time chancellor.” The princess remarked in a haughty fashion as she leaned into the palm of her hand.

All the while watching impassively while the smiling man quickly made his way forward.

She knew that her father had grown to dislike him as of late.

But she could certainly see why.

He had a way of making every little interaction longer than it needed to be.

“Waste? I do not waste time. I came to tell you something important. Very important.” Terak stated as he walked forward with a crafty smile on his lips.

“And what might that be?” Azula sighed in a bored voice as the man came to a stop before her.

“I come to confess that I have committed a grievous crime.” The chancellor announced in a tone of feigned guilt while the monarch turned to him with surprised golden eyes.

“What? A crime?” The princess asked with her brows furrowing in curiosity while she eyed the official carefully.

This man was more complicated than she had once taken him to be.

Up until the last day she has always just thought of him as just another simpering politician slinking about in the background.

“I am crippled with guilt princess. I submit myself to your judgement. Whip me! Beat me! Execute me! I don’t deserve mercy!” Terak exclaimed with a hand over his face while Azula now rolled her eyes against the palm of her hand.

“Oh, very well. I suppose I will play along. What is the nature of your crime?” Azula pondered with amusement in her voice while she observed the man retrieve yet another rolled up document.

“Oh! The guilt! I can’t bear to live with it any longer!” The chancellor cried out in a theatrical voice while the princess sighed into her open palm.

Only to find herself gazing on in grudging curiosity when the document was thrust into her lap.

“If you continue annoying me with that feigned remorse than I really…is this my father’s seal?” The princess demanded with a more frigid look in her golden eyes while she stared hard at the man shifting on his feet.

“Hm. It is. I…may have taken it from his study by mistake. Punish me as you see fit! I deserve nothing less!” Terak spoke in a rushed manner as he took a nervous step back when the blue torches lining the throne room sparked with greater ferocity.

“You stole from your Fire Lord! My father! And then you come to tell me about it!” Azula bellowed with her golden eyes narrowing into a truly dangerous glare.

‘Just what is the chancellor playing at? Why would he…what is this?’ The princess thought as she found herself gazing down at the rolled-up document in reluctant curiosity.

The seal was already broken because the politician had already taken a peek at it.

Her golden eyes glared back at the recoiling man once more before she began to open it with an intuitive finger.

“I eagerly await your divine judgement princess. But perhaps…you would like to look at it first? You can always kill me afterward.” The chancellor suggested with a finger under his chin while the princess’s callous eyes burned a hole in his skull.

Yet she opened it even so.

Azula reclined against her throne while she gazed down at the unraveled document.

And just like that her cold eyes widened ever so slightly as she quickly read its contents.

How dare he!

“On the eve of Sozin’s Comet Princess Azula is to be crowned Fire Lord…the first Fire Lord to be subordinate to another ruler’s will.” Terak declared with his sleeves falling down his wrists while Azula sat clenching her jaw in her anger.

And the flames in her throne room suddenly soared to even greater heights.

And somewhere deep down inside Azula’s frozen heart she felt…betrayed.

‘Coronation plans so Father can become the Phoenix King! He is going to strip me of my claim over the Earth Kingdom and declare himself the ruler of the world! And I will just be…the Fire Lord who kneels.’ The princess thought with her nostrils releasing a furious puff of blue fire while she continued glaring at the official through the corner of her eye.

It was damn apparent what the man’s goal was.

Her father didn’t like him.

So, he sought to see if he would live more favorably under a different ruler.

“If you like. Send word to your father that I have not only spied on him…but I have stolen as well. I have just one thing to say before you do.” The chancellor quipped as he took a step forward while golden eyes formed a penetrating glare.

“Do you actually think that you can manipulate me chancellor? You forget that I am myself a master of manipulation. I am not Zuko!” Azula snapped in an icy voice as she crushed the paper in her clenched fist.

“No. You are not. But you are…number two. You are not the Fire Lord. You are…the princess. You do not have the most authority. Do you wish to remain…second best for all your years?” Terak answered with a curious tilt of his head while Azula gritted her teeth in her boiling rage.

Not a moment later the chancellor released a cry of pain when he was sent soaring to the metal flooring by Azula’s unforgiving hand.

“You watch how you speak to me! I am the strongest firebender! And that is beyond dispute!” The princess barked as she sat with her fist held out before her while she glared down at the official as he pushed himself up.

“Perhaps in your waning years you will become the Phoenix King. Then you will truly be…number one. For a few decades at least. Aah!” The chancellor yelped after the tall woman had stood up and stepped on his palm.

“Test me again chancellor. And I will cook you like armadillo bear meat over an open fire.” Azula hissed with two fingers crackling in lightning while Terak nursed his bruised hand.

“I save your life and bring you what your father has kept from you and you reward me with bruises. Go ahead then. Notify Fire Lord Ozai.” Terak insisted as he knelt gazing up at Azula’s wrathful countenance.

“What do you want? What do you seek under me that you cannot gain under my father?” The princess inquired in an icy voice while she watched the smiling adviser push himself to his feet.

“I want power. Power over those I hate.” The chancellor admitted with an excited nod while the royal rolled her eyes down at him.

“You seek more power?” Azula asked as she turned to regard the man while he rubbed at his bruised wrist.

“Perhaps a position by Phoenix King Azula’s side. If that should be the title that Your Highness chooses.” Terak revealed as he turned to gaze up at the burning torches while Azula regarded him coldly.

“Phoenix King Azula? Why should I spare you? I can kill you right now and still pursue my claim to the throne. Why do I need you Chancellor Terak?” The princess snorted with blue fire escaping her nostrils while the official began to pace the flooring.

“Because I am intelligent. And because you are surrounded by fools that have no understanding of manipulation. Not like I do.” The chancellor replied with a crafty smile while the princess gazed down at him in slight curiosity.

“One could argue otherwise. Based on your little confession.” Azula commented with her hands at her hips while her brilliant eyes gazed at the pacing man.

“I trust that you enjoyed my demonstration yesterday? If I will do that to one of my comrades. Just imagine what I could do with the enemy.” Terak spoke with a hurried nod while Azula’s golden eyes followed his every move.

“I admit that you took me by surprise. But I don’t need you to manipulate the enemy. I can easily do that myself.” The princess sneered with a snort while the man turned around to meet her gaze.

“I found a rebel spy in the palace. I believe…that she reports to your uncle.” The chancellor began as he rubbed a finger below his chin while the princess’s golden eyes shone with violent intent.

“Who?” Azula queried in a merciless voice while she stared at Terak’s smiling face.

“Now that would spoil the fun. If you are going to have me killed. I should at least have the satisfaction in knowing that the spy will go on unimpeded.” Terak declared with his hand curling up beneath his chin while the royal woman’s callous eyes narrowed into slits.

‘He’s a shrewd bastard. And grudgingly capable.’ The princess thought as she took another step forward until she loomed over the scheming man.

“You are a fool if you think that I am incapable of finding and destroying a spy.” Azula scoffed as she tightened her grip on the smashed document.

“Destroy? Why destroy? When you can help the spy instead.” The chancellor questioned in turn while the princess gazed down at him with increasingly interested golden eyes.

“Go on.” The princess ordered with a wave of her hand while the official clasped his hands together.

“Why not let the spy continue uninterrupted so we can follow the trail? Why not go one step further? Why not infiltrate the spies with one of our own?” Terak pondered in a quick-witted voice while Azula gazed at him in grudging approval.

“Infiltrate the spy circle? I like the way you think chancellor.” Azula purred with a finger pressing into the underside of her chin.

Perhaps this man could work out in her favor after all.

“It pleases me that you think so princess. It stands to reason that the spies wish to see your brother’s coordination yes? So why not make them think that is what you will give them.” The chancellor continued with a growing smile while the royal woman gazed down at him intently.

“Elaborate.” The princess commanded with a look of great distaste in her eyes at the mere mention of her brother stealing the throne from her.

“I would create a Zuko coronation movement. Make the spies think that there is growing support for their cause. Build up your brother’s hopes. Make him overconfident.” Terak explained as he gazed into Azula’s intrigued golden eyes while she watched him closely.

“A Zuko movement?” Azula repeated with something akin to disgust in her voice while Terak offered her a conniving smirk.

“I would build the movement with only the most loyal of your supporters. Make them think that it a Zuko movement. Deceive the Avatar and your brother into thinking that they have a chance. When in reality it is a Fire Lord Azula movement.” The chancellor remarked as his lips curved into a crafty smirk.

The princess found her lips enlarging into a pleased smile as she appraised the man further.

An Azula movement…disguised as a Zuko movement.

“And just when we’ve elevated their hopes and dreams…we will remove their perceived advantage out from under their feet and crush them!” Terak exclaimed with sadistic excitement in his voice that had Azula’s red lips pursing into an amused smile.

“You surprise me again chancellor. But answer me this. How do I know that it wouldn’t be the other way around? How do I know that this isn’t a scheme to crown my brother?” The princess queried in a cold voice while she stared icily down at the official’s smiling face.

“Every move will be made under your direct supervision. If at any point you grow doubtful…just have the guards put us all to the sword.” The chancellor assured with a nod while the princess’s domineering eyes stared down at him.

“If I say that I will think it over. You will do nothing until I say otherwise.” Azula snarled just as she seized the man’s wrist in a crushing grip while she watched in delight as he released a pained cry.

“I understand! No need for brutality.” Terak exclaimed hastily as he winced while Azula loomed over him with her callous eyes still glaring down at him.

“Good. See to it that you don’t forget who your master is. And do be certain to keep our little discussion to yourself.” The princess commanded with her beautiful lips pursed in a scowl just as she released the official’s reddened wrist.

“Of course, Your Highness! You are the master here.” The chancellor agreed as he nodded while Azula cast him a gratified glance.

Just before she turned away to return to her throne.

Azula regally seated her backside in her throne once more while she reclined with a smug smirk growing on her gorgeous lips.

And then with a mere flick of her finger the torches in her throne room soared to towering heights while her golden eyes narrowed back at the intimidated chancellor’s face.

“I am the master of blue fire and lightning. I am the matriarch of this nation. My will is supreme and my reign is imminent. And all those who stand against me will suffer my wrath. Even my father.” Azula announced in a voice of absolute authority while she stared hard at the rapidly nodding official.

Her teeth clenched together once more as she crushed the document in her fist.

All of this time she has remained loyal to her father.

Even after surpassing him in strength.

And he has the gall to insult her after all she has done for him!

‘Well no more! I will not wait until I am an old woman to truly rule this nation. Ty Lee was right…I have my Elle. I have Zoe. And my bending knows no rival. Not even my own father. So be it. I will take the throne from him! Then I will show him…and the Avatar that I am absolute!’ The princess thought with her golden eyes glaring ahead while the blue torches accentuated her wrathful visage.

And just like that the document went up into azure flames while she lounged back in her seat like a true king.

“You speak true my princess. Before I go I have just one more thing to say.” Terak stated as he retreated in a low bow while Azula stared down at him with imposing golden eyes.

“And what would that be?” Azula asked in a glacial voice while she eyed the retreating man with a penetrating golden gaze.

She will have to keep a close watch on this man.

If he so much as makes the slightest move against her handmaid…

She will have him burned to ashes without a second thought.

“Rumor goes that Governor Yoko has grown wrathful with House Lin.” The chancellor informed as he backed away while the princess’s golden gaze sparked with boiling aggravation.

‘Damn you Mai! Even now you are nothing but a thorn wedged in my ass!’ The princess thought with fire escaping her angry nostrils while she bared her teeth like a furious dragon.

“You are dismissed chancellor.” Azula spoke in an imposing voice while she stared icily after the departing official.

“It has been a pleasure speaking to you my princess.” Terak concluded in a final bow before he exited through the throne room door.

The princess gazed at the closed doors with her nostrils releasing another annoyed snort.

“What an irritating man.” The princess snorted as she leaned back against her throne with a scowl on her lips.

But even so.

The chancellor was not without his uses.

Phoenix King…

Just thinking of it made her grit her teeth in an unimaginably cold fury.

Just wait until she shows him.

Just who the strongest really is.

But only when the time is right.

For the time being she will simply play the part of the loyal daughter.

And when the time comes…

She will strike her father down the same as anyone else!

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Lost Firebender, Ch. 2: The Hundred Year War

In which the three teens come to learn more about one another, and the events which shaped their lives.

Ch. 1 * Read this chapter on AO3 * Read from the beginning on AO3

“Where--where am I?” The boy--Zuko-- blinked again, and raised a hand to his forehead. Then he stiffened, and his eyes focused. Lightning quick, he moved away from Katara and shifted fluidly into a defensive position. “Who are you?” he demanded. “Where is Fang?”

Katara recoiled from his open hostility, taken completely aback by his sudden change. She shared a worried look with her brother. “I don’t know anything about a fang,” she offered hesitantly, “but I’m Katara and this is my brother, Sokka.”

“Shhh, Katara! Don’t tell him anything else. He was probably trying to signal the Fire Nation with that blue light!”

Zuko scowled, and took a menacing step forward. “You will tell me what I want to know, peasant, and you will tell me now. What is this spirits-forsaken place, and how did I get here?”

Sokka stiffened, but Katara put a soothing, restraining hand on his arm. “He’s just confused, Sokka, and scared,” she whispered. “We should try to help him.”

“Fine, you help him,” Sokka replied, uncaring whether the strange young man heard him or not. He widened his stance. “I’m going to make sure he doesn’t try anything stupid.”

Zuko’s eyes narrowed, but he made no move to challenge them. He’d been watching the other boy, and knew he posed no threat. It was unlikely that the girl would, either. It was obvious from their garb and his frigid environment that these were Water Tribe people. These savages were lucky to have skill enough to hunt for food. His question now was, North Pole? Or South?

The girl, Katara, took a tentative step forward. “You’re in the South Pole, Zuko. We don’t know how you got here, but our village is nearby and--”

“Your village,” Zuko scoffed. Fantastic. A backwater village in the South Pole. Spirits forbid he find himself near a city. “I’ll find Fang myself,” he muttered. He turned and began to scale the short ice wall at his back, melting the ice as he climbed to create hand and foot hold for himself. “Fang?” he called when he reached the top. “Fang!”

His dragon was coiled, pale and unmoving, at the bottom of a shallow crater. He felt his heart clench. Fang had to be alive. He would accept nothing else.

He slid down the ice and skidded into his friend’s side. Fang’s scales were cool to the touch, but not cold, and now that he was closer he could see the slow expansion of his belly as he breathed. Zuko expelled a relieved breath, and rubbed a hand over the dragon’s faded, blue-tinged scales. He’d only gone dormant in the cold.

“Come on, buddy,” he said to the dragon. “It’s time to wake up.” He called fire to his hands and rubbed them over the beast’s hide as he moved around towards his head, murmuring softly to him all the while. “Come on, Fang.” He stroked the large nose, and blew a gentle stream of fire over his face. “Wake up.”

Fang growled deep in his chest, drew in a deep breath, and blew it out again. Faint streams of smoke rose from his nostrils.

Zuko repeated the action, this time increasing the heat and volume of the fire, and was rewarded with the opening of large, reptilian eyes. “There you are.”

Fang lifted his head and gave it a shake, like a sleepy armadillo bear just coming out of hibernation.

“I know it’s cold. The sooner you wake up, the sooner we can get out of here and figure out what to do next.”

Behind him, the crunch of boots on snow and ice alerted him that the Water Tribe peasants had made their way around to an opening in the ice. He and Fang turned together to regard the pair just as they came into view.

They startled and fell back a step at the sight of the huge dragon.

“Fire Nation!” she gasped, her eyes wide in her pale face, and locked on the flames that still engulfed his hands where they rested on the dragon.

“Fire bender ,” her brother corrected with a grimace, his face as pale as his sister’s. He took her arm and tugged. “Come on, Katara. It’s time to leave.”

To Zuko’s surprise, she jerked away from her brother and strode forward, closing half of the distance between herself and Zuko. Fang growled in warning, but she didn’t retreat. Where was her fear? The Water Tribe were a weak race, far inferior to the Fire Nation. Yet her face had hardened, and now sported two bright spots of angry color on her cheeks. “Why are you here?” she demanded. “Have you come to kill us? To finish what your people started before?”

Zuko frowned, and let his hands fall from Fang’s snout. An uneasy knot was forming in the pit of his stomach, and he wondered just how long he’d been gone. “What are you talking about?” he asked slowly.

Sokka scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you know, just the total devastation of the Southern Water Tribe. No big deal. I’m sure you forgot aalllll about us while you were off destroying the Air temples.”

Zuko swallowed thickly. “No. You’re wrong.” They had to be. Surely his father hadn’t been able to act so swiftly against the other nations?

Sokka’s face reflected his incredulity; Katara’s twisted in fury. “How can you stand there and deny it?”

“What, did you hit your head on something?” Sokka added.

Zuko looked between them, the uneasy knot now a stone of twisting dread. “Maybe,” he said, hoping that maybe he was dreaming.

“Hang on,” Sokka said, dropping his arms and moving up to stand with his sister. “Let’s pretend for a moment that we believe you, and you really don’t know what we’re talking about. Why are you here?”

“I don’t--I don’t know,” he admitted, sighing. Fang nudged him, pushing him forward a step. He put a hand back on his snout, grateful for the dragon’s presence and support. “I can promise you that I’m not here to hurt you, and all I really want is to go home.”

Home . Zuko flinched at his own words, and swung around to rest his fists on Fang’s warming hide, his head hanging between his arms. He couldn’t go home. He couldn’t ever go home, but he’d forgotten that fact again and each time he remembered, it hurt more than the last. Damn his father, and damn those blasted fire sages.

Worse, it seemed that his cowardice had left the way open for his family to carry out their plans. The consequences didn’t bear thinking about, but he had to know.

“Prove it,” he demanded roughly without turning to look at them. He hoped that they couldn’t, and feared that they could.

“Excuse me?”

“Prove that the Fire Nation attacked you,” he clarified, louder. He turned and met her angry blue eyes. “I need to know exactly what’s going on before I can do anything else.”

Katara scoffed, but her ire was fading to confusion. “You really don’t know?”

Sokka stared. “How long were you in that ice?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

The siblings shared another look, and Katara bit her lip. “The ship?” she asked, and Sokka nodded. “You know we’re not supposed to go there.”

Sokka shrugged. “I can’t think of any other way. Can you?” When Katara said nothing, he nodded again, and turned to Zuko. “Fine. We’ll prove it to you.”

Zuko sagged dejectedly against Fang. If they could prove it...

Katara glanced again at her brother, feeling confused and a little overwhelmed by it all. She knew, somehow, that finding this stranger had changed things irrevocably, and Sokka’s expression mirrored her own feelings. She looked back at Zuko. “Well?” she asked. “Are you coming?”

Getting to the old Fire Navy ship proved to be easier said than done. Given that the ice floes had crushed their boat, they had no way to get back to the mainland much less to the wreck on the other side of the village. Zuko, as it turned out, provided the solution.

“Can you bend the water to propel us towards the shore?” Sokka suggested, hiss expression hopeful. “Maybe that mumbo jumbo of yours could actually help us, for once.”

“You’re a water bender?” Zuko asked, his surprise clear.

“Well, I am,” Katara admitted, “but I have no idea what I’m doing.” She shrugged. “I’m just as likely to push us in the wrong direction, or just spin us in circles.”

“Fang can fly,” Zuko offered grudgingly when it became obvious that no one had any other ideas. He’d already climbed on to the dragon’s neck and settled himself comfortably.

“Sure he can,” Sokka said dryly, turning from the edge of their little iceberg. He gestured to Katara. “So can my sister.”

Katara looked up at Zuko, where he sat just behind Fang’s head. “Can he really fly?” she asked, curious in spite of herself.

Zuko hesitated before answering. “He can, though I’m not sure he can actually fly now. Reptiles aren’t exactly fond of the cold.”

“Excuses, excuses,” Sokka muttered. “Awfully convenient, I’d say.”

Katara shot him a withering look. “No, I suppose they’re not,” she said to Zuko. She moved closer and put a tentative hand on Fang’s side, then looked back to Zuko. “Are you sure he won’t mind?”

“Not if I’m okay with it.” He reached down, offering his hand. “Come here, I’ll pull you up.”

“Are you kidding me?” Sokka asked. Not even Sokka knew who he was talking to.

Katara bit her lip, considering. Should she trust him? Everything she’d heard about the Fire Nation told her that he was the enemy, but he hadn’t behaved the way she’d expected someone from the Fire Nation to behave. He’d been standoffish and demanding, but not aggressive. She looked up again, and met his gaze. Zuko’s gold eyes were intent on her, impatient but not hostile. He raised his brows, his impatience growing.

“Well?” he asked, extending his hand further.

She took it, and he pulled her up to sit in front of him on the dragon’s neck with surprising ease. She stared at him, caught off guard by their sudden proximity to one another. She was sitting almost in his lap, his hand at her back and their faces close together. Katara knew she was blushing, and was grateful that her darker skin helped to hide it. Zuko, who was obviously just as discomfited as she, had blushed crimson.

“Uhh,” Zuko said intelligently.

Katara giggled. “I’ll just, uh, turn.” She shifted, swinging one leg over the dragon’s neck so that she faced forward, with her back to Zuko. She was still uncomfortably close to him, but at least they weren’t in one another’s faces any more.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Sokka, who now stood where Katara had just been, glowered at them.

“Sokka?” Zuko asked, extending his hand again.

Sokka crossed his arms stubbornly, still glaring.

Zuko straightened with a shrug. “Makes no difference to me. I only need one of you to show me this supposed Fire Navy ship.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Sokka said, scrambling to climb up behind Zuko. “If you think I’m going to let some Fire Nation jerk fly off alone with my sister, you’re crazy.”

They didn’t end up flying, though. Fang was indeed too cold to do much more than to swim sluggishly from one ice chunk to another, and that was only with Zuko constantly bending warmth into the dragon. When they reached the land, all three teens slid from his back and walked beside him.

“Don’t worry,” Zuko said when he noticed Katara’s worried glances. “He’ll be back to normal as soon as he warms up.”

He fell silent after that, arrested by the sight of a familiar ship in the distance, half sunk and forever frozen in place. The last of his hope died when they drew close enough to see the tattered remnants of the Fire Nation standard flying from the main mast. “How long?” he asked, when at last they stood in its shadow.

“A hundred years, give or take,” Sokka said, staring solemnly up at the ruined hulk.

Shock iced Zuko’s veins and stole his breath. He gaped at him in horror. “A hundred years?” he whispered. “It’s been a hundred years?”

Katara frowned at him, concerned by the sudden pallor of his skin. “Zuko?”

“They hadn’t yet started when--” he stopped himself, and swallowed. A hundred years.

“When you were frozen?” Katara offered.

“When I...left,” Zuko corrected. “There were plans, but--spirits.” What could his father have accomplished in a hundred years? But it wouldn’t be his father now; Sozin could not have survived this long. Azulon, perhaps. That prospect was no more comforting. If anything, his brother was even more ruthless than his father had been.

Sokka’s eyes narrowed. “What do you know about the Fire Nation’s plans?” he asked.

Zuko firmed his jaw and drew in a deep breath. “I need to go aboard,” he said, ignoring Sokka’s question. Perhaps there would be something there, some clue as to his father’s plan. It was all he had, for now.

“No!” Katara said emphatically. “It’s forbidden. The ship is probably booby trapped, so no one is allowed in there.”

“Especially not a Fire Nation spy. Were you sent here to collect something from the wreck?”

“Are you afraid, peasant?” Zuko asked, purposefully goading the boy.

“Of course I’m not afraid!” Sokka snapped back. “I’m just smart enough not to go poking around on a ship that belonged to the Fire Nation.”

“So...you’re afraid.” Zuko smirked.

“No!” Sokka objected shrilly. “Come on then, jerkface. Let’s go.”

Katara rolled her eyes, irked both by her brother, and by Zuko’s satisfied smile. “Boys.” She followed them, though. No way was she going to miss out on this chance to actually see inside the old ship.

It had been there since well before she was born, but she’d never been able to do more than just study it from afar. It had been a part of the force that had hammered the South Pole, reducing the once great Southern Water Tribe to a scattered bunch of refugees, and ultimately, to a single tiny village barely clinging to survival. As such, the ship both intrigued and repulsed her.

It was creepy, inside that ship, but not nearly as scary as she’d thought it would be. Both battle and time had broken the ship. Mangled machinery was visible through shattered bulkheads here, old weapons with rotting handles were propped against the wall there, and everywhere the snow had drifted in irregular patterns to soften the sharp edges. The result was eerie and shadowed and somehow sad.

“The control room is up here,” Zuko said, pointing to a hatch directly in front of them. “Then I want to search the captain’s stateroom.”

He opened the door slowly, looking carefully around the space before entering it. These people weren’t wrong to fear booby traps, and well he knew it. Sokka, unwary of what might be waiting for them, pushed past Zuko. “Sokka, wait!” he yelled, grabbing for the boy’s heavy tunic, but it was too late. Sokka’s foot had caught on a trip wire, and the clanking of ancient hardware echoed around them. A metal grate crashed down behind them, trapping them in the control room, and a low rumbling shook the ship.

“Oh, no,” Katara whispered.

“Get back!” Zuko shouted, and this time he was successful in hauling Sokka backward. In front of them, the deck ruptured. A flare shot up out of the ship, through the roof of the control room, and high into the air.

The three teens stared at one another for several silent moments, then Sokka whirled on Zuko. “You!” he shouted. “You just signalled the Fire Nation! That’s why you wanted to get on this ship so badly!”

“What?” Zuko shouted back, stunned. “You’re the idiot who boobied himself right into the trap!”

“Get away from us,” Sokka snarled, pushing Katara back and brandishing his club. “We should never have trusted you. We never would have come here if it weren’t for you, and now we’re going to have the Fire Nation Navy breathing down our necks.”

Katara looked worriedly between the two boys. “Sokka,” she began, but he cut her off.

“No, Katara. Dad told me to protect the tribe. That’s what I’m doing.”

“Fine,” Zuko said, his expression hard. “Run home to your village. Protect your people. I’ll stay here, and wait for my people to come get me.”

“I knew it,” Sokka said, taking Zuko’s sarcasm for sincerity. “Let’s go, Katara.”

She cast another uncertain look at Zuko, and let herself be led away.

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The Princess and the Peasant - (An Azula Epic) - Chapter 48 - Over the Campfire

The sun was now finally going down while the two noblewomen sat waiting for their two companions to return from the springs.

“By Agni. What is taking Azula so long?” Mai asked in a hushed voice while the acrobat played with her long since dried braided hair.

“Uh…I’m not sure.” Ty Lee replied in an equally puzzled voice only to turn her head around when she heard two pairs of footsteps approaching.

The two turned to find themselves gazing at a strangely content Azula walking out of the thick foliage.

Only for the two to sweatdrop not a moment later when they caught sight of their young companion emerging alongside their leader.

Azula was clad in her scarlet robes while she effortlessly carried her washed ceremonial armor over her back.

And the teenager padded after the smug firebender with multiple lipstick marks on her cheeks and her backpack strung over her shoulders.

The acrobat couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of the adorable girl walking after Azula in a lovestruck haze.

“Hey Elle! I was starting to wonder what you two were up to!” The brown-haired woman greeted with a wave of her hand while the younger girl blinked in puzzlement.

“Huh? Oh, hello oneesan!” Elle exclaimed with a bright smile while she gazed at the two as if she just now noticed their presence.

“What were you two doing in those woods? We finished bathing two hours ago.” The markswoman stated dryly while the two strode past her.

“Many things.” Azula boasted with a pompous smirk just before she tossed her armor on the floor of her tent while the two noblewomen exchanged a knowing glance.

“Never mind. We don’t want to know.” Mai muttered with apprehension still evident in her voice only for the teenager to offer her a helpful smile.

“Oh! Well first I washed Azula-sama’s armor! And then I cleaned her boots! And then after that I-I removed her clothes a-and then she removed my clothes. A-and then she wrapped her thighs around my neck.” The blonde-haired girl blurted out with her cheeks as red as a tomato while her big sister’s nearly fell over in surprise.

“A-Azula.” Ty Lee protested with her brown-gray eyes as wide as dinner plates while her leader smirked at her over her shoulder.

“A-and then me and Her Highness shared so many wonderful kisses.” Elle swooned with a hand on her cheek while the two noblewomen sweatdropped in amusement.

“We already gathered that much.” The markswoman replied in monotone while she eyed her leader’s back.

“A-and after that I washed her body…and then Azula-sama held me in her lap while she t-touched herself between her legs.” The blonde-haired girl announced with unwavering cheer while her big sisters balked at their leader in disbelief.

It went without saying that they were completely astonished to hear that Azula pleasured herself with Elle in the springs.

The rest of the details did not shock them…but that?

“U-uh Azula I uh…thought you were going to wait until Elle turns sixteen.” The brown-haired woman spoke with shock in her voice while the royal woman rolled her eyes at her.

“Oh, please Ty Lee. It was just one orgasm. I fully intend on waiting…before we go any further. Now if you don’t mind Ty Lee…. I would very much appreciate it if you refrained from ruining my post orgasm high.” The princess declared in an unabashed voice while she narrowed her callous eyes at her two frightened subordinates.

It was all the two could do to nod rapidly with a hint of a blush on each of their cheeks.

They both knew well enough that it would be a foolish idea to provoke Azula’s wrath.

Especially when she was in such a good mood.

“And t-then she washed me…and I washed Her Highness’s b-behind…and a-after that I dried her body off and then after that we-“ Elle explained only to be cut off by Mai placing a hand over her mouth while Ty Lee smiled at her in amusement.

“We get the point Elle.” Mai assured just as she sat back with a heavy sigh while Elle smiled as widely as can be.

Only for Elle to be torn from her reverie when Azula’s spoiled voice called out to her.

“Peasant! I demand that you cook me dinner!” Azula demanded with a finger thrusting in Elle’s direction while her two lifelong friends stared at her in disapproval.

“That’s…rude Azula.” Ty Lee scolded with a frown only to sigh when Elle sprang forward as soon as she heard Azula’s belly growl.

“Yes princess! As you command!” The blonde-haired girl cried out in mid curtsy while the much taller woman surveyed her with an approving golden gaze.

“Hm. That’s my pet. Diligent and faithful.” The princess remarked with a hand beneath her chin while the young girl swelled in pride under her strict stare.

“I am so very glad that you think so Azula-sama.” Elle spoke with her chest puffing out pridefully while she beamed up at her master’s lovely visage.

“Hey…Elle. Is there any chance that you could…uh cook me and Mai a plate too?” The brown-haired woman requested in a hesitant voice while she turned red in embarrassment when the royal woman glared daggers her way.

“I would be happy to oneesan!” The blonde-haired girl exclaimed with bounce in her step while the two noblewomen gazed at her fondly.

“Thank you, Elle. We appreciate it. We really do.” The markswoman spoke in a softer voice than usual while the younger girl still smiled at them.

“Yeah. Thank you, little sister!” Ty Lee shouted with a broad grin while Elle blushed under her gaze.

“It’s…nothing. Anything for my oneesans.” Elle assured in a compassionate voice only for Azula to begin tapping her boot on the forest floor.

“How strange…I can’t help but notice that you two…are eager to put her to work.” Azula snorted with a roll of her lovely eyes while the two women fidgeted under her cold stare.

“We’re not putting Elle to work Azula…we just don’t trust Zoe with our meal.” The brown-haired woman reasoned with a hurried nod while the spoiled woman still glared at her.

“If I didn’t know any better Ty Lee, I would say that you are wishing you had brought your own pet peasant.” The princess scoffed with her arms folded over her breasts while she narrowed her eyes at her now defensive friends.

“Her name is Elle Azula.” Mai reminded in a pointed voice while Azula’s cold eyes flickered her way.

Only for their young friend to regain all of their collective attentions while she smiled at all three of them.

“I don’t mind cooking dinner for my family! Really! Just…please don’t fight…” The blonde-haired girl trailed off as she chewed on her lip with her plea hitting all three of her highborn friends in the chest.

Even Azula herself.

“We won’t fight! Right Azula?” Ty Lee answered in a cheerful voice while Azula’s callous eyes glared a hole through her sweating skull.

“Let us hope not. It wouldn’t end in your favor…or yours either.” Azula sneered in a glacial voice while she glared at her two nervous compatriots.

“Don’t worry Elle. We promise we won’t.” The markswoman assured in another sigh while the younger girl smiled at all three of them.

“Well! Then it’s settled! I’ll go see what I can cook up!” Elle called out with an eager smile before she began dashing down the hill while her three friends watched her run off.

Once the blonde had scurried down the hill the two noblewomen turned to their leader with their eyes conveying the still unspoken concern.

“Azula, what are we going to feed Elle?” The brown-haired woman asked in a worried voice while the monarch stiffened in annoyance over the reminder.

“Ugh! I’ll think of something to feed the tiger monkey!” The princess snapped with bite in her voice while she began to stomp after her young girlfriend.

“We may as well follow…it’s the only way to ensure that bitch doesn’t put anything in our food.” Mai advised in a hateful voice while the acrobat nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. Good point.” Ty Lee agreed with a sigh while Mai helped her stand up with her arm over her shoulder.

People were eating and talking all over the camp only to find themselves turning their heads when Elle dashed past them.

And not a moment later the soldiers and workers fell into a fearful silence when Azula was seen walking after Elle with her callous eyes glaring at everyone that so much as looked Elle’s way.

“What are you looking at!” Azula roared in a venomous voice with her lips pursed in a scowl while the man in question fell silent under her deadly gaze.

The two noblewomen were slowly making their way over only to find themselves gazing on in embarrassment to see that their leader was currently preoccupied scaring the camp into silence.

“N-nothing princess!” A man called out with his face nearly kissing the grass while the spoiled woman stomped past him.

“That’s what I thought.” The princess spoke in a frigid voice while her greedy eyes watched her lovely handmaid make her way through the crowded camp.

Within a few short moments the blonde came to a stop to find the slain armadillo bear laying on its side behind the cover of the trees.

And for once her amber eyes briefly lost their ever-present spark of joy.

It wasn’t long before Azula stood behind Elle with a sigh escaping her red lips while she gazed down at younger girl’s bothered face.

It was only now that the girl was standing in front of the animal’s carcass did, she consider that her handmaid’s diet would be even more of a pain in her ass than she had first thought.

“We are stranded on an island Elle and my people need to eat. If we don’t eat…then we will become weak and unable to defend ourselves…much less escape this desolate island alive.” Azula remarked with her arms folded over her breasts while she sighed above the smaller girl.

“Sumimasen…” Elle murmured in an upset voice with her fingers brushing against the armadillo bears paw.

And for once Azula was stricken into a speechless silence.

Her mouth dropped open in complete puzzlement while she stared down at her young friends strangely saddened face.

‘She’s…apologizing to the armadillo bear! That’s…preposterous!’ The princess thought with a roll of her golden eyes while she stared down at the younger girl’s turned back.

“Quit moping over that dead creature and fix me a meal!” Azula ordered with a snap of her fingers just when her two-childhood friends approached.

“Azula…” Ty Lee attempted to plea with a heavy sigh while she gazed at the younger girl in concern.

“Fine! I’ll cook your stupid dinner! But I am not chopping up bear meat!” The blonde-haired girl declared with her nose wrinkling in disgust while her girlfriend now glared down at her.

The camp was in a state of bewildered silence while all eyes were now on the odd young girl and their scowling monarch.

“Did you…just backtalk me?” The princess questioned with a narrow of her eyes while her two-childhood friends exchanged a fed-up glance.

“Yes! I just backtalked you! I will cook it for you…but only if someone else handles the…bloody meat.” Elle exclaimed with Azula’s golden eyes now piercing her skull.

“What do you mean you won’t touch it! You have to touch it to cook it!” Azula snapped with her fingers tapping on her bicep while for Elle to imitate her pose with a huff much to her increased aggravation.

Her temper was only further stoked by the coals of her handmaid’s rebellion when she heard the acrobat giggling behind her.

“Elle has a point Azula. The meat in the palace kitchens is already prepared…you can’t expect her to cut that up.” The brown-haired woman commented with her walking stick in hand only for her words to incur another penetrating glare.

“Whatever! Mai! You are co-chef! Help this little pacifist cook my dinner!” The princess roared in a spoiled voice while the noblewoman sighed in defeat.

“Yeah, sure…” Mai trailed off in a cooperative voice while she gazed at the acrobat in uncertainty only for the other woman to smile back at her.

“I’ll be alright Mai. I have my walking stick…just go help Elle.” Ty Lee assured while she removed her arm from the other woman’s shoulder.

“Right.” The markswoman stated with a nod while the acrobat now held herself up by her walking stick.

And then the princess turned to scowl down at her young admirer once more with her lips pursing into a thin line.

“You do realize…that you are going to have to eat that to survive…don’t you?” Azula queried with a sliver of something akin to concern in her frigid voice only grip on her bicep to tighten when Elle shook her head.

“No. I won’t do that Azula-sama. I will simply find fruit to eat!” The blonde-haired girl insisted as she turned away from the armadillo bears corpse while the royal woman’s scowl deepened even further.

“Find fruit! Any fruit trees on this island will be at a lower elevation near the shoreline!” The princess shouted with a trace of anger in her voice while the younger girl turned away.

At this point the two noblewomen exchanged a worried glance in growing fear for their young friend’s wellbeing.

“Then I will simply abstain from eating until rescue arrives.” Elle retorted in an adamant voice while Azula ground her teeth behind her.

“Foolish peasant! If you don’t eat you may not be alive when rescue arrives!” Azula snarled with aggravation lacing her voice that only grew when Elle shook her head once more.

“No. I will survive in accordance with my beliefs…or I will not survive at all.” The blonde-haired girl spoke in a resolute voice while all three of her highborn friends stared at her in disbelief.

Only for a smile to form on her lips once more despite her disgust over the task at hand.

“Now! Let’s go cook that meal oneesan!” Elle chirped after reeling around to face the taken aback Mai while the noble numbly nodded her head.

“Yeah…let’s go…cook that meal.” Mai answered in a noticeably unsettled voice before she stepped past her stunned leader.

And with that the two began to walk off in the hopes of finding something to cook on.

All the while Azula took off stomping after them with her golden eyes flashing in anger over her young admirer’s ridiculous insistence in her naïve beliefs.

It wasn’t too much longer before the noblewoman sat alongside Elle by a small fire that was far out of sight of the armadillo bears corpse.

And soon enough the two were beginning to cook it while Mai watched her young friend stir it over the fire.

And behind them Azula and Ty Lee observed their young friend cooking their dinner with a shared concern in their eyes.

“Azula…there’s got to be some sort of fruits up, here right?” Ty Lee inquired in a sisterly voice while Azula still glared at Elle’s seated back.

“If I had seen any fruit on this wretched isle, I would have said so by now.” The princess hissed with her fists tightening at her hips while the acrobat’s shoulders sunk in even greater worry than before.

On the other side of the camp the soldiers and workers resumed their eating and talking while Zoe turned her head to gaze in Elle’s direction.

As soon as she noticed the teenager she wordlessly stood up and began walking over in her direction.

Azula turned to glance at her approaching soldier with observant golden eyes that widened ever so slightly when she caught sight of what was in the warrior’s hand.

“Elle.” Zoe called out in a casual voice that prompted Elle to turn her head only for her amber eyes widen in joy.

Mai’s tawny eyes once more flickered with a brief sliver of newfound respect for Zoe upon seeing that she was holding out an apple for her adopted sister.

“A-an apple!” The blonde-haired girl cried out in delight as the fruit was deposited in her hand while her three highborn friends watched in amazement.

“Where…did you find that Zoe?” Azula questioned with something akin to relief in her strict voice while Ty Lee breathed a sigh of relief alongside her.

“On my walk I found an apple tree that is not growing properly due to the shaded forest canopy. Sadly…that was the only ripe fruit that I could find on the entire tree.” The captain explained with her good hand falling back to her side while the princess’s golden eyes shook with renewed annoyance.

“Only one? On the entire tree?” The princess almost snapped with her lips pursing into a tight scowl while her young girlfriend still smiled brightly.

“One apple is better than no apple! Arigatou gozaimasu Zoe!” Elle cheered in a jubilant voice before she suddenly assaulted Zoe in a joyous hug.

The two noblewomen could only sigh when Azula’s cold eyes lit up with a renewed jealousy while she glared at the back of her subordinate’s head.

“Think nothing of it…I owe you anyhow…for the shirt.” Zoe answered with a nod while she awkwardly shifted on her feet under Azula’s terrifying gaze.

“Get off my pet Zoe.” Azula growled with her royal boot tapping on the forest floor while Ty Lee sweatdropped alongside her.

“Azula…” Ty Lee trailed off with a shake of her head while Azula continued to direct a possessive glare at the other woman in question.

If nothing else at least Zoe was grateful for the shirt.

After a few seconds the warrior gently pushed the younger girl off her while the blonde smiled up at her until she caught the hint of something burning behind her.

“Oh no! I…burned it!” The blonde-haired girl exclaimed in a panicked voice just as she rounded around to see that she had overcooked the meat.

“Servant! Pay attention to my food! I absolutely will not suffer burned meat!” The princess bellowed in an ungrateful voice with a spoiled countenance while her two-childhood friends gazed at her in disapproval.

“Seriously Azula…could you possibly get anymore unappreciative?” The markswoman queried in a pointed voice while the royal woman huffed with her fists on her hips.

In that very moment the captain turned to gaze down at her while she defiantly met the other woman’s wrathful hazel gaze.

The two noblewomen engaged in a brief stare down before the House Song warrior turned to walk away.

The meaning behind the glare was all too obvious.

It was Zoe’s way of saying that it was not over.

Azula stared on with icy golden eyes while Zoe walked in her direction.

Her lips curved into an even deeper scowl while the proud warrior did the same.

And the acrobat fell into yet another nervous silence while the two firebender’s momentarily gazed at each other.

Until the soldier took the monarch aback when she bent over in a respectful bow at the hip.

“I apologize for my earlier loss in temperament…but assassination attempts tend to have that affect.” The captain spoke with a frown on her lips before she arose from the curtsy to meet the royal woman’s approval gaze.

“So, they do. Try to keep your temper in check Zoe…and I will rule in your favor upon our return.” The princess answered in a calmer voice with a wave of her regal hand while the other woman nodded her head in response.

‘Mai…I can only hope that you will be okay.’ The brown-haired woman thought with a flash of concern flashing in her warm eyes.

“Understood…princess…” Zoe agreed as her good hand fell to her hip while Azula’s golden eyes shone with a pleased shimmer once more.

The monarch and her favored warrior stared at each other for another passing moment before the noblewoman finally broke the silence.

“So…Elle is the only one on your team that can cook?” The captain pondered with a sliver of playfulness in her voice while the royal woman stiffened in humiliation.

All the while they continued to watch the teenager kneel over the fire while the markswoman brought over another cut of meat.

“Please! Cooking is a submissive role! One that I demand that my handmaid perform for me!” Azula snorted in a beyond entitled voice with her fists planted on her shapely hips while Zoe gazed at her in unconcealed amusement.

“Really? I will have you know that I am quite the formidable chef.” The captain declared with a prideful smirk while both her monarch and her fellow noblewoman nearly fell over in surprise.

“You...are a chef?” Ty Lee asked in a dumbfounded voice with her eyes blinking at the other noblewoman’s clearly proud face.

“I find that hard to believe.” The princess stated with another snort while she rolled her eyes only for her soldier to smile wryly.

“Not as hard to believe as me being the only one of noble blood here that knows how to cook.” Zoe responded without delay while Ty Lee turned red as she sunk back on her walking stick.

Mai winced in unison with her friend while she sat over Elle as she gazed down at the smaller girl skillfully putting the meat over the fire.

As much as she despised Zoe, she made a good point.

“Congratulations Zoe. It is good to know that you could find work as a handmaid should House Song suffer a fall from power.” Azula scoffed with yet another roll of her golden eyes only for the other woman to remain undaunted.

“Perhaps princess…but it also means that if it came down to it that I would survive on this isle longer than you.” The captain taunted with a small smirk on her lips while the royal woman’s golden flashed in prideful rage.

And Ty Lee knew better than anyone what was coming next.

“Please Azula…” The brown-haired woman attempted to reason only to flinch in embarrassment when her spoiled friend began stomping over to the fire.

“There! That should do it…please Azula-sama! No!” Elle shouted in a fretful voice just as Azula swiftly stole her cooking stick before she knocked her aside with her hip.

And Mai could only stare at Azula incredulously as she groaned under her breath.

“Move aside servant! I shall cook it.” The princess announced to the horror of her companions and the obvious entertainment of her soldier.

And thus, commenced an amusing scene while the sun began to finally fade away in the forest encampment.

Many fires were burning around the fire lit camp as soldiers and workers alike engaged in continued conversation while Team Azula’s shouts rang into the air.

“Azula! You should really leave the cooking to Elle!” Ty Lee begged just after she plopped down behind her friends while Azula glared at her over her shoulder.

“Be quiet Ty Lee! I am confident that my cooking skills are as flawless as the rest of me.” Azula insisted with a pompous roll of her eyes while she ignored her little handmaid tugging on her sleeve.

And Nako couldn’t help but gaze up in puzzlement from her meal while she and Saro stared across the darkened campfire in surprise.

“Is the princess really going to cook?” The royal pilot asked in a purposefully hushed voice while the man shrugged his shoulders.

“It would seem so.” Saro replied with his golden eyes observing the scene in mutual amusement.

“P-please master just leave the cooking to me…” The blonde-haired girl stuttered in a mousy voice while her older girlfriend snorted above her.

“By Agni Azula just listen to the girl.” The markswoman commented with an incredulous expression while the royal woman angrily pounded her fist upon the forest floor.

“Be silent and watch as I dominate this dinner into submission.” The princess ordered with a thrust of her finger while her three friends stared at her in disbelief.

And behind them Zoe stood with her lips curving into a slight smile while watched the humorous scene unfold.

“Now this I have to see…by all means Your Highness…show us your cooking talents.” The captain snickered with a hand over her mouth while her monarch stiffened in renewed anger.

“A-Azula-sama please.” Elle whined with another tug of her master’s sleeve that Azula ignored with a stern push of her hand.

“Just you watch little handmaid. I am a prodigy by divine right…even at the most trivial of matters.” Azula declared with a smug smile returning to her full lips while her handmaid continued tugging on her sleeve.

Only for Team Azula to gaze on in abject horror when the royal woman firebent the orange flame into a searing blue flame.

At this point even the hardened soldiers of the Dai Li couldn’t help but gaze over at the bizarre scene with bafflement in their eyes.

In all of the years that they have spent following the ruthless woman they have never seen her act like this.

“Azula…you’re using way too much heat!” The brown-haired woman advised with her stomach growling in protest only to sigh when she could tell that her friend wasn’t listening.

And the weapons expert slapped a hand over her forehead while Azula continued to smirk into the burning azure flames.

“Humph. See Elle. Even dinner submits to my conquest.” The princess spoke as she smugly flipped her bangs from her confident golden eyes while her pretty handmaid hung onto her well muscled bicep with her little mouth agape in awe.

“Princess…” The blonde-haired girl mumbled in a lovestruck voice while the older girl smiled down at her.

“Yes servant?” Azula purred in a captivating voice that sent a pleasurable shudder down the young girl’s spine.

Only for her golden eyes to narrow dangerously when the stick and its contents burned into azure embers.

The two noblewomen could only groan in frustration behind the egotistical leader while the royal woman now seethed down at the blue campfire.

“Y-you need to cook on a lower flame.” Elle quipped with a helpful smile while she scooted closer to Azula while her master pridefully huffed alongside her.

And the princess’s ire was only further stoked by her captain’s amused chuckles while she whipped around to glare over her shoulder at the other firebender standing over them.

“Cooking isn’t about speed…it’s about patience.” Zoe chuckled with a shake of her head while Azula still scowled up at her.

“For once I agree with Zoe. Just let Elle cook it Azula. We really shouldn’t be wasting food like this.” Mai stated flatly while Azula glared at her through the corner of her eye.

“Whatever. Just hurry up with it! I am far too hungry to wait all night!” The princess barked with her arms folded over her breasts while her lifelong friends rolled their eyes at her back.

“Can…can someone get me a new cooking stick?” The blonde-haired girl requested in her usual timid voice only to peer up in surprise when a stick was lowered over her head.

Team Azula could only gaze on in surprise and uncertainty to see Zoe standing behind them with a long stick in hand.

“No. I don’t want you anywhere near my dinner.” The markswoman growled with a distrustful look in her stoic eyes while the soldier rolled her eyes above her.

“I don’t need to stoop to poisoning a tree branch to kill you House Lin. If I want to kill you…I will just beat you to death with my bare hands.” The captain sneered with her hazel eyes flashing in loathing while her two fellow noblewomen shuddered under her cold stare.

Only for Azula to stomp her boot in irritation as she glared between the two of them.

“Enough of this childish bickering!” Azula shouted in an authoritative voice before she seized the stick from her handmaid while she scrutinized it for a brief moment.

Before she nodded curtly as she handed it back to her girlfriend to use for their dinner.

Mai and Ty Lee just sank back in defeat while they continued to eye Zoe with an untrusting stare.

But they knew well enough that they were most likely safe since Azula was eating with them.

It would be nothing short of suicide to attempt to poison the Crown Princess’s dinner.

It was in that very moment that both Mai and Zoe were taken by surprise when they were pulled into an uncomfortably close hug.

The two feuding noblewomen tensed up in an awkward silence while the small girl held an arm over each of their shoulders while she beamed up at them.

“Come my friends let us put the flames of hatred behind us and begin a new friendship!” Elle cheered with both noblewomen leaning over her shoulder as they glared back at one another.

Nearly everyone around the camp stared at the odd scene in amusement.

Even Azula herself seemed comically taken aback by her handmaid’s joyful declaration.

“No!” The two noblewomen snarled in unison while the younger girl happily snuggled their shoulders.

“Elle…” The brown-haired woman trailed off with a renewed smile while she gazed at the adorable sight that was her young friend embracing the two women.

“I just know that friendship will prevail!” The blonde-haired girl cried out with a joyful grin while the two continued to stare hatefully at each other.

Only for both Mai and Zoe to cry out in pain when they were both unceremoniously knocked on their asses and off the teenage girl.

And just as quickly the young handmaid was pulled back under the royal woman’s armpit while Azula’s well muscled arm now restrained her blushing face into her growling chest.

“Stay off my pet or I will strike you both into the ashes of oblivion!” The princess roared with blue fire accenting her intimidating visage while she greedily held her lovesick handmaid against her robed bosom.

“Azula…” Ty Lee sighed in an exasperated voice yet even so she still managed to smile at the heartwarming scene.

“A-Azula-sama.” Elle swooned with her face being crushed into her girlfriend’s chest while she smiled shyly up at Azula’s beautiful face.

“Cook my dinner little handmaid.” Azula commanded with a returning smirk on her red lips while Elle numbly nodded in a spellbound trace.

“Y-yes princess.” The blonde-haired girl murmured in a submissive voice that produced an even larger smirk on the royal woman’s lips.

“Just stay away from me!” Mai snapped from one side of Azula while Ty Lee sweatdropped once more.

“Eat shit House Lin!” Zoe retorted from the other side while Azula’s eyes began to twitch in annoyance once more.

Only for blue flames to flare to life behind them while Azula’s monstrous eyes glare between the two of them.

“Silence!” The princess bellowed in a deafening voice that caused both noblewomen to wisely fall silent under her glare.

Mere minutes later…

A small orange fire burned once more in place the princess’s azure flame while Team Azula watched their young friend conclude her cooking.

Their stomachs rumbled in unison while they all gazed down at the deliciously cooked meat with unhidden hunger in their eyes.

And even if some of them were too proud to say it aloud. It was obvious that they were all impressed by their young friends cooking.

As was Zoe herself.

“Aha! All done!” Elle announced in a cheerful voice only for Azula to greedily take hold of one before she could begin distributing the food.

“Azula! Stop being such a glutton!” Ty Lee exclaimed while Azula began happily eating her meal.

“As the Princess of the Fire Nation…it is important that I eat first so I can lead my people to safety.” Azula remarked with a content smile while she chewed her mouthful only for everyone but Elle to roll their eyes.

And soon enough Elle began handing out food to each of them.

“Thanks Elle.” Mai stated in a softer voice while she relaxed in her seat just as the acrobat grasped ahold of one.

“Yeah! Thanks, little sister!” The brown-haired woman answered in a kind voice while the small girl smiled back at her.

Only for Elle to take all of Team Azula by surprise when she held out a fourth before Zoe’s taken aback hazel eyes.

“Thank you…” Zoe spoke in an appreciative voice with a look of gratitude in her eyes while she accepted the offering.

The soldiers and workers continued to eat all around the camp only a voice to shout out to them.

Everyone turned their heads in recognition to see that the captain was the one who had called out to them.

Azula tilted her head with a sliver of curiosity flashing in her golden eyes while she watched Zoe stand up before the burning fire.

“My brothers and sisters! Tonight, is a special night…for tonight your honorable princess dines among you!” The captain announced as she pointed down at the princess’s stony face while the camp gazed at her in unhidden fear.

Mai and Ty Lee sat in a nervous silence while they watched over eighty faces pale in terror over the foreboding declaration.

Azula smiled menacingly as she took another bite of her dinner while Elle leaned against her arm.

“Now I ask you…to take a moment to remember those lost to us! Think of their names…their faces and those they’ve left behind!” Zoe shouted to the astonishment of even her monarch while the people in the camp began murmuring to one another.

But her words already had the desired affect.

Team Azula gazed on in surprise when soldiers began to yell out the names of the people that the captain strangled earlier.

“Igon!” A soldier yelled out in a furious voice while the captain turned to glance around the camp when more shouts followed soon after.

“Dezin!” Another man hissed with a fist clenched while the stony noblewoman tightened her burned fist in agreement.

“Let us share this night in their memory! Eat as much as you like! Drink as much as you like from our liquor stores! And never forget what awaits beyond the shores of this isle!” The captain declared in a passionate voice with her hazel eyes narrowing into slits while the entire encampment listened in amazement.

And once more Team Azula couldn’t help but witness the noblewoman’s ability to rally the soldiers in grudging awe.

Even Azula herself was clearly taken aback.

“W-what awaits beyond the shoreline?” Nako questioned in a transfixed voice only for Zoe to unsheathe her blade as she pointed it across the darkened horizon.

“Gloriam!” Zoe roared with her hair swinging in front of her eyes as she gripped the handle of her sword while everyone sat in a speechless silence.

It was obvious that if there was one area where the captain exceeded the princess.

It was her talent at motivating people to continue onward.

Within mere seconds Azula stared up at the soldier with surprised golden eyes when shouts soon erupted from all around the camp.

“It is glory that awaits you and the heads of our enemies! None more so than the Dragon of the West and the Avatar himself!” The captain called out with vigor lacing her voice while she held out her sword while many voices cried out in agreement.

Azula just bit into her dinner with her lips curving into a pleased smirk once more.

Indeed.

At times Zoe may be an insufferable wretch but she was most certainly indispensable.

“Regain your energy my brothers and sisters! Because as soon as we return, we are going to kill them all!” Zoe concluded with a victorious countenance while she held her hand high above her head.

And yet again Ty Lee stared at Mai with a worried look in her eyes.

Their fears for Zuko’s safety grew more and more by the hour.

The less violent members of the encampment could only shake their heads.

“Soldiers.” Shii sighed under her breath while Nako nodded her head in agreement.

And soon soldiers began to pass around drinks in makeshift glasses while Azula quirked a brow in curiosity.

“Is that…what’s left of my royal stores?” The princess questioned in a stern voice while the captain sat back down beside her with a wooden bowl of liquor.

“That is correct. Soldiers tend to perform better when they are well fed and rewarded. Would you…prefer I tell them that you wish to keep it for yourself?” The captain replied without pause while the royal woman’s golden eyes briefly burned through her skull only to wave a hand in the air.

Mai and Ty Lee gave Azula a deadpan glance knowing well enough that even someone as selfish as Azula knew that it would be foolish to spurn her exhausted subjects.

“No. But I demand an unopened, unmolested bottle for myself.” Azula spoke in a stern voice that brook no room for argument while Elle still rested against her elbow.

“Ah certainly. Nako. Bring the princess a bottle.” Zoe ordered in turn while the pilot in question winced as if she was about to be flogged.

“Of course! Right away!” The royal pilot cried out before she sprinted over to the small crate while the princess stared on with paranoid eyes.

“Do be certain that it is unopened Nako.” The princess commented in a spoiled voice as she swallowed her mouthful.

“Uh…is there a certain kind you want Your Highness?” Nako pondered in a nervous voice while Azula rolled her eyes at her back.

“It’s all the same kind. Just bring me a damn bottle!” Azula demanded with an entitled wave of her hand while the now fearful girl rushed over.

“Azula.” Ty Lee scolded in a sighing voice while the poor pilot dropped down on all fours before Azula’s smug eyes.

“H-here princess.” The royal pilot offered in an apprehensive voice while her monarch grasped at the bottle with a greedy hand.

“Good. You may take a seat with us Nako.” The princess commanded to the further shock of her friends while the bowing pilot peered up at her in confusion.

“With you princess?” Nako asked in a dumbfounded fashion while Elle smiled at her just as Azula rolled her eyes once more.

“I told you that you had a place among my counsel…this means that you now have also have a place on my team.” Azula explained in a cold voice that contrasted her words while Nako stared up with moved golden eyes.

Team Azula could only stare at the pilot in shared amazement.

It was evident that Elle’s presence has had a profound effect on Azula.

So much so that the spoiled woman was now willing to look at people in lower standing in a different light.

“I…I don’t know what to say.” The royal pilot muttered only to cower in terror when the princess glared down at her.

“Just shut up and sit down or I will destroy you!” The princess bellowed with her childhood friends sweatdropping beside her.

“Y-yes princess! I’ll sit down!” Nako answered in a clearly intimidated voice before she awkwardly took a seat beside the smiling acrobat.

To sit among nobility and royalty was something most commoners could only dream of!

And yet…

As she gazed at Elle holding her monarch’s arm, she couldn’t help but wonder if Azula wasn’t as bad as the rumors say she is.

“Azula likes you.” Ty Lee greeted with a grin while Nako blinked in evident puzzlement.

“She does?” The royal pilot asked in confusion while the scowling woman continued to gracefully eat her meal.

“Yeah! I can tell. She’s already telling you to shut up.” The brown-haired woman attempted to explain while her fellow noble sweatdropped beside her.

“Eh…that’s a good thing?” Nako queried with a blink of her eyes while Azula rolled her eyes once more.

“It sure is! Because if she didn’t like you, she wouldn’t tell you to be quiet. She would just throw a lightning bolt at you.” Ty Lee answered with a nervous smile while Nako frightfully nodded her head.

“R-right. Thank you once again princess.” The royal pilot spoke lamely while the princess regally swallowed her mouthful.

“Just try not to annoy me too much.” Azula sighed with something akin to a smile on her full lips before she gazed down at Elle leaning into her belly.

Only for her smile to fade away when she heard her girlfriends belly growl.

Elle’s cheeks turned a bashful shade of pink while she reached for her backpack to retrieve her lone apple.

All the while her companions stared at her with varying levels of worry in their eyes.

“Foolish peasant.” The princess snorted with a roll of her eyes while she glared down at her handmaid when the smaller girl cuddled up on her left thigh just as she bit into her apple.

“Sumimasen Azula-sama.” The blonde-haired girl answered in a timid voice with her face resting against the much taller woman’s robed thigh while she heard her master sigh above her.

And once more Nako gazed at the strange couple with ever rising astonishment in her eyes.

They were close. Very close.

“Elle…are you sure that you don’t want any?” Mai questioned with a trace of worry in her voice that only grew when Elle adamantly shook her head.

“No. Thank you.” Elle insisted while she ate her apple with a strangely unconcerned demeanor that took even Zoe aback.

“You’ll be singing a different tune when that apple is gone.” Azula stated with a snort while she stared down at her petite girlfriend already trying to worm her way into her lap.

“Oh no Azula-sama. I’ll be the last one to cry for food. I can easily go four days without eating.” The blonde-haired girl responded in a soft-spoken voice as she ate her apple on her master’s womanly thigh while her princess stared down at her with taken aback golden eyes.

It was a blunt reminder of just the sort of life that the girl led before she met them.

‘Elle…’ The brown-haired woman thought with her warm eyes flashing in concern while the younger girl ate her apple with an unbothered expression.

There was ample meaning behind that statement.

It was Elle’s way of saying that she was used to going for long periods of time without food.

“Vegetarian huh?” Nako queried with a curious blink of her eyes while the girl proudly nodded her head from her position on Azula’s thigh.

“Yep! I haven’t eaten any meat for as long as I can remember!” Elle exclaimed with a joyful smile while Azula rolled her eyes once more.

“Considering the size of that armadillo bear…we won’t be going hungry at all…. peasant.” The princess spoke before she pointedly took a large bite of her meat while smirked down at her handmaid as she did so.

And yet again Mai and Ty Lee exchanged an exasperated glance over Azula’s arrogant behavior.

“And we have ample stores of canned tuna.” The captain commented with a slight smirk while her monarch glared at her through the corner of her eye.

“What will flow will flow! This is just a brief change in the direction of the breeze! I’m not going to let a silly thing like hunger bring me down! I’ll be just fine. I just know it.” The blonde-haired girl announced in a chipper voice while everyone sweatdropped in bewilderment.

And then she returned to chewing on her apple with a content smile while the princess’s golden eyes flickered in aggravation once more.

“Flow.” Azula scoffed with a haughty roll of her eyes while she glared down at Elle trying to crawl into her lap like a needy kitten begging for her owner’s attention.

Which was a fitting analogy if you asked her.

“That’s so Azula-sama! Like a bird soaring in the wind. There’s no need to worry about it. It’s just a momentary change in flow.” Elle insisted with a carefree smile while the group listened in confusion.

“Well…there is surely a great abundance of fruit near the bay. No doubt many banana trees and melons that could feed you for the rest of the year.” Zoe quipped with a small smile while the young girl’s eyes sparkled in delight only for Azula to glare daggers through her skull.

“Bananas and melons…” The blonde-haired girl trailed off with a hungry look in her eyes just as her belly growled once more while her big sister’s sweatdropped.

“Indeed. I have no doubt that our noble princess would be more than happy to launch an expedition to the bay all for your sake.” The captain teased as she began to pour herself a drink in a wooden bowl while the princess’s callous eyes shook in fury.

Only for Zoe to release a pained cry not a moment later while Azula glared down at her with her right fist extended before her.

And Nako frightfully swallowed in fear.

And the other two noblewomen quietly savored the other woman’s small dose of suffering.

“Shut up Zoe or I will shut you up for good!” The princess snapped in a foul tempered voice before she took another angry bite of her dinner only to stare down with a grunt to see her pet curling up in her lap.

“See! What did I tell you Nako? The more Azula yells at you…the more she likes you.” Ty Lee piped with a nod while the pilot nodded as she still eyed Azula’s scowling face in a degree of fear.

“Azula-sama?” Elle asked in a soft voice with her chin propped up in the center of her master’s lap while Azula peered down at her in a fond fashion.

Mai, Ty Lee, and Nako awkwardly gazed away from the strange couple after they took note that the young girl was now lounging over the princess’s groin.

It seemed as if the innocent handmaid was the only one who didn’t realize just where she was laying her head.

And judging by the almost pleased look in Azula’s eyes it would seem that the firebender had no qualms with Elle’s choice of resting place.

“Yes Elle?” Azula answered in a sigh before she took another bite of her meat while her other hand inexplicably lowered into her handmaid’s golden hair.

She chewed on her food while her fingers began to stroke her girlfriend’s plush head and casting anyone who dared to gawk at them with a subzero glare.

“Do you think it’s possible to replicate sour patch kids in the palace kitchens?” The blonde-haired girl requested as she chewed on her lip only for the princess to nearly choke on her mouthful.

As did the two noblewomen who were gazing at the back of her head with a rare look of discomfort in their eyes.

And Zoe, Nako and all of the others in listening range just quirked a brow in curiosity.

“Sour patch kids?” Zoe questioned in a bewildered voice while Azula audibly gulped down her food with her golden eyes grimacing in disgust.

“Oh! It’s a yummy candy from my homeland! It’s sour then sweet!” Elle chirped with an excited smile only for Zoe to stare at her in even more confusion than before.

“I…suppose it is possible. But it may not be the same. After all I don’t have the recipe.” The princess grunted with her full lips pursed into a shuddering thin line that her captain took note of.

‘Of all the things that she could ask me to replicate! She asks for me to duplicate that revolting peasant chow!’ Azula thought with her nostrils snorting out a puff of azure fire while Elle hugged her thigh in a grudgingly adorable manner.

“But you’re so brilliant Azula-sama! I just know that if anyone can do it. It’s you!” The blonde-haired girl chimed with her arms wrapping around her girlfriend’s womanly thigh while the royal woman’s hand continued to pet her hair.

And her two big sisters could only stare on in amusement when Azula’s scowl soon gave way to a sophisticated smile.

“Of course, I am. It’s quite the burden…being so perfect in a world of inferior people.” The princess sighed with a wave of her hand while her two-childhood friends rolled their eyes.

And the captain and the pilot made no comment as they continued their meal.

“It sounds terrible.” Mai stated flatly in a deadpan voice as she still glared at Zoe through the corner of her eye.

To which Zoe spat at her feet with a hateful sneer on her lips while Azula’s golden eyes flickered in aggravation once more.

Only for the young handmaid to come to their rescue once again.

“You’re the smartest person in the world Azula-sama. I just know it.” Elle responded with admiration in her eyes while she nuzzled Azula’s leg just as the much taller woman petted her hair.

“Humph. This one sees the situation clearly.” Azula boasted in a haughty voice just as she reclined back on her bottom while she smiled down at her lovely handmaid resting on her thigh.

“Mhm! Replicating the recipe should be child’s play for a woman of your genius! It has to be.” The blonde-haired girl cried out with a worshipful countenance while her princess’s smile gave way to yet another scowl.

“Yeah Azula. If anyone can dominate that candy into submission it’s you!” Ty Lee called out with a playful grin while Azula glared at her through the corner of her eye.

The two noblewomen knew well enough that their young friend had already roped Azula into saying yes.

Even though the princess was too proud to say as much.

“I’ll…see what I can do.” The princess grumbled before she bit into her meal once more while her two lifelong friends gazed at her in amusement.

And not a single person that was in earshot so much as said a word on how this strange young girl managed to sway Azula with such a silly request.

A jubilant cry filled the air while many turned to gaze at the teenager in bafflement once more to see the girl happily embracing the seated woman’s belly.

“Arigatou gozaimasu Azula-sama!” Elle cheered with sweet laughter lacing her voice while she pressed her face into Azula’s robed belly.

The princess just grunted with a hand still in her handmaid’s hair while she stared down at the petite girl in her lap before her ruthless eyes swept about when she noticed many prying eyes upon her.

“What are you fools gawking at! Turn your eyes away or I will kill every last one of you!” Azula roared with her teeth bared while countless heads instantly turned away in terror.

All except for Zoe that is.

“Azula…” The brown-haired woman groaned while her fellow noble sighed alongside her.

“I-I wasn’t staring Your Highness! Honest!” The royal pilot shouted as she bowed rapidly while her monarch glared at everyone seated around the fire.

“And you see to it that it remains that way!” The princess barked with her palm holding her little pet’s face against her belly while the smaller girl clung to her.

“A-Azula-sama.” The blonde-haired girl murmured in a tired voice with her face hiding in her master’s belly while a strong hand patted her head.

“Hm. You are a good girl Elle.” Azula spoke in a marginally subdued voice while her fingers danced in the shorter girl’s hair.

“Aww…well at least you have a nice warm firebender to keep you company little sister.” The brown-haired woman gushed with a returning grin while the younger girl blushed under her spoiled friends protective hand.

All the while people around the camp continued to drink liquor and chat to one another as their campfires lit darkened night air.

Saro and the rest of Zoe’s soldiers sat in a circle while they talked with each other knowing full well that it would be suicide to interrupt their captain while she was with the Crown Princess.

And the captain tipped her drink back with a content sigh while she briefly eyed the two through the corner of her eye before gazing back down at the burning fire.

“Care for a drink Nako?” Zoe questioned while Nako turned to gaze at her in surprise.

“A small drink. I am still feeling sick from earlier…” Nako answered with an embarrassed expression while the soldier nodded in understanding.

And then Zoe poured a small drink into a wooden bowl before she passed it over.

“Here’s to getting off this wretched island.” The captain stated just as her bowl bumped with the pilot’s.

“I can’t argue with that. Thank you…Zoe.” The royal pilot muttered before she tipped the drink back only to sigh as she did so.

“If only we hadn’t lost the airship. Not only would we not be stranded on this island…the war may well have been over by now.” The princess remarked in a colder voice with her icy eyes turning to briefly glare at her subordinate’s guilt-ridden face.

But even so.

Both Mai and Ty Lee knew better that they would only dig an even deeper hole if they said much as said one word.

“Likely so. By the look of it you would have killed the Avatar had your uncle not gotten the drop on you.” The captain agreed with a shrug of her shoulders while the monarch’s eyes shone in rage once more.

“So, it would seem that way. But then again…had my uncle not done so I would have never known that this tiger monkey was the Avatar’s bane.” Azula commented with a thoughtful curve of her lips while all eyes drifted down to Elle yawning in her lap.

Even though no one said it aloud.

Each and every person in the camp couldn’t believe that such a young girl was the holder to such a supposedly ancient power.

“It is ironic princess. If what I heard is true…her power only awoke when she thought that…you were on the verge of death.” Zoe stated with a small smirk while Azula’s lips curled into a pleased smile.

“How interesting indeed.” The princess purred with her fingers in her smiling admirer’s hair while the younger girl cuddled up in between her thighs.

Nearly one minute later the pilot set down her bowl before she turned to her monarch to speak her mind.

“Forgive me if this is rude princess. But I am feeling rather tired…would it be alright if I laid down?” Nako asked in a careful voice while Azula briefly glanced at her only to wave a consenting hand in the air.

“That is fine. Go get your rest.” Azula answered in a dismissive voice while her fingers still fiddled with her little handmaid’s hair.

“Yes princess! And I…thank you once more for the honors that you have bestowed upon me!” The royal pilot exclaimed before springing to her feet as she bowed at the waist while the royal woman observed her in approval.

“Just try not to disappoint me Nako.” The princess sighed with a finger twirling her ebony hair while the pilot’s face paled in understanding.

“U-understood Your Highness! I won’t!” Nako yelled out in a salute before she turned to sleepily walk off to her tent while the others watched her walk away.

And then soon it was just the three noblewomen, the drowsy peasant girl and the woman of royalty.

“Before you go to sleep princess. I would like to have a word with you…on the hill…away from eavesdropping ears.” Zoe declared as she poured a new bowl full of liquor while Azula turned to gaze at her.

“So be it Zoe. But I can only hope for your sake that you will voice your words respectfully.” Azula snorted with her golden eyes narrowing at the soldier’s aloof face.

The two noblewomen shared an exhausted glance while they gazed up at their tends with a degree of longing in their eyes.

But before anyone could say anything further Azula gazed down into her lap after she felt a hand tug on her scarlet shirt.

“Princess?” Elle pondered in a timid voice while Azula glanced down at her with a refined smile on her red lips.

“Yes Elle?” The princess asked in a silken purr while frigid eyes noted that her handmaid was squirming her legs in a manner that would indicate that she needed to relieve herself.

“I-I have to go pee.” The blonde-haired girl admitted with a blush while the older girl now rolled her eyes down at her.

“Then go pee.” Azula scoffed as she watched her handmaid sit up with her legs wobbling beneath her.

All the while aware that prying eyes were watching them closely.

A thought that prompted her to reel around with her glacial eyes narrowing at her subordinates amused faces.

“W-will…you stand guard and make sure nothing attacks me?” Elle requested with a shy countenance while Azula folded her arms over her breasts as she scowled pridefully.

“That’s so sweet Azula.” Ty Lee giggled while Mai smirked beside her only for Azula to cast the two of them a cold glare.

“You want me to stand guard? From what? Spiders?” The princess snorted only for her golden eyes to narrow when her handmaid peeked around her in a pitiful panic.

“Y-yeah…” The blonde-haired girl trailed off lamely while she listened to her master scoff in contempt.

“That is pathetic Elle.” Azula groaned with a finger massaging the bridge of her nose as her two-childhood friends now cast her chiding gazes.

“W-what if they spin me in a web and drag me off to suck out my innards?” Elle retorted in a fearful voice as she stood up with her backpack in hand.

While her legs shook beneath her only for Azula to release another haughty snort.

“I still can’t believe that you are the holder of the Avatar’s weakness.” The princess spoke in a frigid voice while her handmaid’s shoulders slumped.

“Sumimasen…” The blonde-haired girl mumbled as she turned to walk off only for her girlfriend to stand up with a heavy sigh.

“Ugh! Fine! But only because you are a crucial wartime power!” Azula announced with her arms crossed over her breasts while she glared down at her handmaid as the younger girl cracked a grateful smile.

Both Mai and Ty Lee nearly rolled their eyes after hearing Azula’s latest excuse to assist Elle.

“Arigatou gozaimasu Azula-sama! Arigatou!” The blonde-haired girl cried out as she hugged her much taller master around the waist only for a stern hand to push her off.

“Just start walking peasant!” The princess ordered with another roll of her eyes while she watched her handmaid dart ahead.

Azula just sighed with shake of her head before she took to following after her young companion.

As childish and pathetic as it was the girl had a point.

Not about the spiders she mused as her icy eyes glared around on all sides.

It would be foolish to presume that her assassin from earlier had been alone.

If there was one…

Then there was almost certainly another.

And it would not do to risk her intended’s safety so carelessly.

No, it certainly would not.

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Home and Half Bios: Xerci

I got super carried away with Xerci’s bio since I was having so much fun. OTL

Because there’s not much to say about babies, a lot of Xerci’s bio focuses on his biological parents and what he’ll be like when he grows up.

Therefore, his bio is NOT spoiler-free!

Name: Xerci Kul Kogane

Age: 2.2 (Galra years)/20 months (Earth time)

Birthday: 40th of Catik, E11304 (Galra cal.)/October 13th (Earth cal.)

Height: Getting him to hold still long enough to measure is a difficult thing, but Xerci is about 24 inches tall (67 ri) currently. He will not stay this way for long.

Weight: 15.6 vit/75 lbs. A bit chubby. He won’t stay this way for long either.

Species: Half Galra, half Ixillis. Like the other two Galra children, Xerci undoubtedly has ancestors from other species across the universe, but his father, Myvon Vulis Khaez, was an unremarkable looking man who easily passed for a full-blooded Galra.

Family Story: Unlike Dulsara’s mother and Niresh’s parents, Myvon’s ancestral line was from the near south, on the temperate mountainous border between Daibazaal’s northern desert and the frigid southern shadow; therefore, like Kolivan and many others, although he was a furred Galra, his fur was very short, to the point that in many places it might simply be mistaken for purple skin. Possessed of a mild and unambitious temperament and from a low-to-midling family in the Galra social hierarchy, Myvon was a fairly low-ranking soldier with no real interest in being part of the military. He lacked any special loyalties to Zarkon, and took employment in the armed forces only because it seemed like the easiest career to pursue after having just graduated from school with nothing more than mediocre grades to show. This is not to say that Myvon was unintelligent or incompetent in any way; rather, he was a sensitive but pessimistic young person whose drive and motivation were deeply eroded by the terrible reality of life in the Galra Empire. Why bother trying for any other career when you’re liable to end up drafted anyway? Why bother studying hard when the military will take you even if you can barely read? Why bother putting in effort to rise through the ranks of soldiers, when low-ranking soldiers get assigned to peaceful, meaningless bases far, far from High Command, where nothing bothersome ever really happens?

Despite (or perhaps because of) his lack of dedication to the Galra Empire, good luck seemed to follow Myvon wherever he went: he was accepted to a non-combat routine maintenance position immediately after graduating, on one of the most desirable outposts in all the outer rim of the empire: Ixionide, home to the ethereally beautiful Ixillis, whom not even the empire wished to attack. Although he felt like his own looks and even personality were nothing to write home about, within mere months of service on the base, Myvon found himself in the clutches of Celandine, an Ixillis woman of unsurpassed beauty but a tragically fickle heart.

As a race, the faun-like Ixillis are best described as a perfect product of their planet’s environment: Ixionide would easily suit the human definition of paradise. Prior to the Galra occupation, the Ixillis were Ixionide’s only sentient race and the only large mammalian species on the entire planet. Gently rolling hills, lush forests, and crystal clear rivers coat the landscape, locked in a seemingly eternal spring, with no deep winter to wither the flowers or harsh summer heat to crack the soil. The planet is home to no native venomous animals or poisonous plants, no towering cliffs to fall from, no volcanoes to erupt... Essentially, before the Galra arrived, the Ixillis dwelt in an extremely safe realm in which there were no natural disasters, no natural predators, no endemic diseases, and a virtually never-ending supply of food and other resources, preventing any need for conflict.

This total lack of threats profoundly affected the evolution of the Ixillis species. They are a race entirely without fear—they simply cannot feel it—and thus they behave in ways that seem unspeakably reckless and even negligent to other races. They do not build permanent homes, trusting that there will never be weather poor enough to require a roof over their heads. They have no form of government, nor do they even have a concept of private property—they simply wander wherever and whenever they like, living in and off of the planet’s endless bountiful forests. They have no need to band together for safety or to consolidate resources, and therefore maintain relatively solitary lives, greeting other wandering Ixillis they encounter like happy accidents, well-met fellow travelers on the road of life. They adopted clothing only after the Galra arrived—not because they suddenly felt it necessary to cover up, but because they found the concept so hilariously novel. Ixillis have no need to work and therefore no form of currency. They do not barter or trade, but will happily accept gifts, up to and including the “gift” of a Galra base…

Unfortunately for Myvon, monogamous relationships are unheard of among the Ixillis. They fear no jealous lovers nor incurable diseases, feel no need to “make a home” anywhere, and do not worry about their offspring’s futures; therefore, they drift from lover to lover just as easily as they drift from meadow to meadow. The Hippies of the American 1960s wish they’d achieved love this free. The very idea of “settling down” is entirely laughable to the Ixillis—they genuinely do not understand how remaining with one person, in one place, for any extended period of time, could possibly have any meaningful benefits.

Ixillis children experience their parents’ carefree lifestyles from the moment they are born, and have also evolved to suit: it is extremely rare to find an infant Ixillis still in the care of its mother past one month old. At just two weeks, they can already crawl and eat solid foods, and because foraging is spectacularly easy on Ixionide, children as young as three weeks of age can typically find sufficient food on their own. Despite this prodigious ability to feed themselves, however, Ixillis children develop very slowly in all other regards. They do not need to master language, mathematical reasoning, or any higher brain functions for a long period of time—they don’t even need to learn how to run, because there’s nothing on Ixionide to chase them. Given that long lifespans are simply par for the course where Ixillis are involved, slow mental and physical development is of no concern. They all have time.

Naturally, none of this coincides very well with the regimented, traditional lifestyle of the Galra Empire. Myvon met Celandine when she simply wandered through the gates of the Galra base because she wondered what she’d find inside. He was immediately taken in by her otherworldly beauty (Ixillis have plenty of time to spend making themselves pretty, since there’s nothing much else to worry about!), but the most charming thing about her was her utterly dauntless curiosity, which no number of stern warnings could dissuade. No matter how many times Myvon tried to tell her she couldn’t stroll about naked on the base, that she couldn’t just ask whatever questions about their operations popped into her head, and that she most certainly could not just… just… touch without permission, Celandine could not care less about the great and terrible “Emperor Zarkon” and the empty threats that accompanied his name.

For someone like Myvon, who lived his whole life just going with the flow, not sticking his neck out at all, Celandine’s audacity was equal measures terrifying, exhilarating, and irresistible. But although his growing admiration for her was genuine, Celandine had no special interest in changing her ways and planting roots in a dark metal military base, far from the freedom of the sunlit forests. Perhaps secretly, Myvon may have thought that having a child would encourage his flighty mate to settle, but though Celandine showed her newborn son as much affection as any Ixillis parent could, her fascination with the Galra eventually waned, taking with it any reason she could see to linger on the outpost any longer.

Xerci was less than two months old when Myvon woke and discovered Celandine was gone, wandering out of his life as suddenly and surely as she had wandered in. Faced with the task of raising a hybrid infant on an empire base without assistance, with minimal understanding of Ixillis development and needs, and at the risk of being discovered by any of the numerous less sympathetic higher-ups taking their vacations on the paradise planet, Myvon called in an favor and sent a communication to an old friend, once former member of his coalition: Yedgi Kir Ne Ven.

With Yedgi’s (and Ulzrani’s) help, Myvon’s transfer to Pishkos was approved quickly, and Xerci immediately attached himself to his new babysitter and the other Galra children on the base (much to both Dulsara and Niresh’s deep regret).

Xerci’s mental development is faster than normal Ixillis, but still noticeably slower than Galra. Unlike most Galra children, who by 20 Earth months old would already be speaking in simple sentences and forming rudimentary episodic memory, Xerci will not really have the cognitive and linguistic capabilities to form even semi-coherent long-term memories until he is at least three or four Earth years old. Unfortunately, this means he will never have a single memory of his biological father—or that he even used to live somewhere else before coming to the Castle of Lions. For all intents and purposes (no matter how much Dulsara tries to correct the impression), even in his earliest memories, the only father Xerci is ever going to remember is Keith.

Appearance: At the moment, Xerci resembles nothing so much as a small purple watermelon. He is a round little baby, with a penchant for curling up like an armadillo when left to his own devices, furthering the image. Currently, his deer-like ears are slightly oversized for his head, as he hasn’t grown into them yet. Although he has Galra hands, his claws are notably smaller than a full Galra’s would be, and his feet do not resemble normal Galra talons at all: he has dainty little cloven hooves, just like his mother (though with his boots on, no one notices). Unlike Dulsara and Niresh, he does not have a Galra sagittal crest. Big-eyed and perpetually grinning, but with a baby fang or two still not erupted, Xerci has an air of saccharine sweetness about him that leads everyone who sees him to assume he will grow up into a short, soft, squishy sort of adult who will always have his arms open for a hug.

And they would be very, very wrong. The only one of the children to be removed from the heavy Pishkos atmosphere and limited military food rations at an early enough stage of development, Xerci will eventually achieve the height of an average full-blooded Galra male, at least seven feet tall, and in the process lose all his baby fat, trading it for the broad shoulders and whipcord lean muscles of healthy Galra adults. Yet he will also grow gracefully into the regal looks he inherited from his mother: the same shapely, curving eyes under heavy lashes, narrow elfin chin, high-bridged nose, delicate line of his neck, textbook symmetry and proportions, with velvet suede fur, a prim little tail, and a perfect crown of jet black antlers settled around his somehow artfully tussled, wisteria-colored hair—in short, Xerci is going to grow up to be devastatingly beautiful. (And thanks to Lance, he’s absolutely going to know how to use it. His white, wicked grins? They warn their girls about those on more than one planet.)

Strengths/Skills: As of right now, Xerci doesn’t have much in the way of strengths or skills, unless you count being cute, which he is good at (at least occasionally, when he isn’t being clingy as a purple octopus or whiny as a War’yanian sqwogbom). But life in the Castle of Lions, with so many different sources of guidance (plenty of it conflicting) and near constant exposure to new sights, new cultures, and new customs is going to ultimately shape Xerci into a truly unique young man. Spending all his formative years leaping between alien races, each with their own complex patterns of communication, ways of expressing emotion, and senses of morality will give Xerci stunning insight into people—why they act the way they do, what motivates them, what they really mean when they obfuscate, and how genuine they might (or might not) be. Although Xerci will never be as book smart as Dulsara nor as observant as Niresh, his emotional intelligence leaves both of them in the dust, even given Dulsara’s advantage of being slightly empathic. Xerci is going to grow up dangerously street wise, with a keen understanding of what makes people tick. Within seconds of meeting someone, he’ll already know how to make them laugh, how to bring out the best in them, how to win them over (…or how to break them down completely). Like Lance, Xerci is a people person who loves to be in the spotlight. Nothing makes him happier than commanding other people’s love and awe—or manipulating that awe and respect to get exact what he wants, exactly when he wants it.

Because Xerci is cunning. With just the flash of a pretty, cleverly affected grin, he has the universe wrapped around his little finger, right where he wants them. Perilous social interactions and intricate machinations are like candy to him, and he delights in running rings around less socially adept people (up to and including poor Keith). Anyone he turns his charms on can’t help falling for his guileless, well-meaning façade, his friendly touches, his casual flirtations… And Xerci not only enjoys the effect he has on others, but has weaponized this innate magnetism to make sure that he (and anyone he considers his own) comes out ahead in every situation. Xerci is the consummate diplomat: charismatic, refined, conciliatory, extroverted, just the right degree of self-deprecating, with a keen sense of witty humor and an evident hunger to excel. If peace needs to be made between the bitterest rivals, he can make it. (And if the smoldering embers of revolution need to be fanned back up into flames, well… he can do that easily too.)

But Xerci is not malicious, he’s just a born actor. Putting on a charming persona is as automatic to him as breathing, and even if his performances aren’t genuine, Xerci does genuinely have fun fooling people and stealing the spotlight, so long as it’s harmless… or, barring that, at least done in the service of the greater good. Xerci carefully reserves his tricks for people who won’t be hurt by them—or for people who deserve to be hurt by them. Though Niresh’s stealthy ability to observe unnoticed is a prime skill for espionage, Xerci’s ability to ingratiate himself to anyone and everyone actually makes him one of the most effective spies in the entire greater alliance.

Unlike Dulsara who struggles to handle people’s capricious whims, or Niresh, who doesn’t care to bother in the first place, Xerci knows that true power isn’t fists or fighter craft—it’s who you know.

Weaknesses: Although Xerci is a natural extrovert, his friendly exterior belies a more unsettled inner-life. Xerci is actually a fiercely private person who never lets anyone get too close to his “real self” (wonder where he learned that from). He’s the type of guy you’re best friends with for ten years before you realize that you don’t even know his favorite color, let alone where he actually stands on any matters of deep importance. This extreme discomfort in putting himself out there, coupled with his natural ability to throw on a distracting mask without even blinking, means that it’s sometimes hard for Xerci to actually let people in, even when he actually wants to. Frequently the team has to remind him that, as much as they enjoy his impish act, it’s okay if he’s lets it go every once in a while and just relaxes. Even more than Dulsara, Xerci despises feeling vulnerable, and he’s become so used to hiding behind an outgoing persona that anyone who gets “too close” runs the risk of being perceived as a threat. Xerci’s so-called social circle spans from one side of the known universe to the other, but as for real friends… he doesn’t have very many. (No matter what anyone says, Keith blames himself for this, and the accompanying guilt puts a strain on his interactions with Xerci sometimes.)

Although Xerci is clever enough to avoid getting himself into trouble so deep there’s no way out, drama is his guilty pleasure, and so, in the course of his work, he frequently ends up in the heart of political and social scandals that could make even Coran blush. And despite the fact that no one can ever quite recall Xerci having any actual romantic relationships, 90% of the alien races he meets with are convinced that none of their girls should ever go unsupervised with such a handsome rogue, a fact which has made peace talks on planets with princesses particularly troublesome many times.

At the end of the day, Xerci’s worst flaw is that he grew up being absolutely, horrendously spoiled by every single member of Team Voltron, even Shiro and Allura. Whatever he wanted, he got. Whenever he craved attention or affection, it was freely and immediately given. Nothing he asked for was ever unattainable, and if one person (cough, Keith) told him no, he’d simply work his way down the list of team members until someone finally told him yes. Although he’s less obnoxious about it as an adult, Xerci is still very used to people bending over backward to serve him, and he’s definitely not afraid to wheedle, trick, whine, and moan his way to whatever wants.

Favorites:

- Food: Ixillis children have no drive other than to ensure their own survival by eating anything and everything they come across. Xerci, despite being half-Galra, is no exception to this instinct. He is a completely un-discerning eater and will devour everything put in front of him—sometimes even when what is put in front of him isn’t actually food. If it looks remotely edible, you can bet that Xerci will attempt to eat it, much to the horror of many small alien species Team Voltron came across in the early years. Ixillis are largely herbivorous, while Galra are primarily carnivorous. Xerci falls somewhere in-between, a true omnivore, and is therefore able to eat and enjoy a much wider range of food than Dulsara and Niresh, who are mesocarnivores. An un-picky eater, it’s difficult to tell whether Xerci has any favorite food at all, but he absolutely never turns down anything with sugar in it—the sweeter, the better.

- Color: Cool green-blues and dove or gunmetal greys, although he also knows the value of a flashy entrance and often dresses accordingly instead. Despite the fact that it looks terrible on him, Xerci still has a soft spot for “the crimson of House Kogane” (or maybe it’s just that he enjoys teasing Keith about it? Hard to tell.)

- Smell: Money. >_> Okay, being serious, Xerci is definitely a lover of luxury and extravagance. With a less sensitive nose than the other children or even Keith, Xerci can put up with many bold smells that other Galra wrinkle their snouts at. Scents that might waft around the palaces of princes and queens are par for Xerci’s course: jasmine, sandalwood, patchouli, allspice, cinnamon, orange, myrrh, chai.

- Animal: As a child, Xerci was the sort of oblivious boy who could barely telling living animals from stuffed animals. They were never really big on his register—even growing up, he got much more enjoyment out of being near people. Xerci can be cordial with animals, particularly calm ones, but (perhaps a bit ironically) dominant and noisy animals bother him. Has a long-lasting and disproportionate grudge against Kaltenecker, who has done no wrong ever. Xerci will leave the husbandry to Niresh, thanks.

- Voltron Lion: Like with real animals, Xerci’s ambivalence toward things that cannot hold active conversations with him extends to the Voltron lions too. He digs in his heels at the Red Lion’s pushy attitude, the Green Lion’s assertive curiosity, and the Black Lion’s ever-watchful eye. Though Lance insists the Blue Lion loves Xerci and his goofball nature, Xerci himself was never able to relate to its role as the team’s selfless emotional pillar. So, Yellow Lion it is. Still, there’s something about the Yellow Lion’s gentle, modest nature that appeals to Xerci. Not to mention Hunk and Yellow can make the exact kind of Big Damn Entrance Xerci loves to delight people with sometimes.

- Pastime: Shopping, and he does not care at all how girly you think his hobby is. Or how many bitter tears Keith has cried over his “mysteriously” emptied wallets over the years. Allura is Xerci’s worst enabler; their habit of buying each other extremely tacky jewelry is a running family joke. Unironically owns a pair of Gucci shades. He’s on first-name basis with salespeople at twenty different space malls.

- Place in the Castle of Lions: Wherever Keith is, always. All the time. 24/7. From the time he was tiny. Naturally he grows out of this as he gets older, except… not really? Even when he’s grown enough to tower over everyone else in the castle, the first place anyone looks for him is wherever Keith is currently haunting. For a while, this was a source of extreme hilarity to everyone else, watching Keith being trailed by the universe’s tallest, purplest duckling. On his part, it took Keith a very long time after Xerci’s growth from bean to beanpole to realize that Xerci still wanting to spend so much time with him might look weird to other people. To Keith, Xerci’s constant pestering presence is just… normal. It’s the times Xerci’s not around that feel strange.

Dislikes: - Any sort of serious verbal conflict. Getting chased out of a foreign palace by aunts wielding hatpins by incensed alien chiefs is one thing (which Xerci would call fun), but actual person-to-person arguments deeply disturb him; once the screaming and hurling insults starts, Xerci is immediately gone. His poor pacifist Ixillis heart can’t take it, and being yelled at by any of the few people he actually cares about can make him physically nauseous.

- People who refuse to play his intricate games of aristocratic intrigue. Boring.

- Being touched by people he doesn’t deeply care about. He puts up with it for the sake of his everyone’s-best-friend persona, but he really doesn’t like it. Even as a tiny child he was this way.

- Buy one, get one half off sales. THAT’S NOT A REAL SALE, DAMMIT.

- Being told what he can and cannot eat. (Who cares if that might be poisonous? I want it.)

- Kaltenecker.

- The fact that he has to get every pair of pants he buys tailored because almost nobody sells Galra-shaped pants with the appropriately-sized tail hole.

- Being ignored. The face of true evil is a baby with claws who isn’t getting enough attention.

- The fact that royal purple and gold don’t look good on him, no matter how much he tries to dress them up.

Weirdest quirk: Ixillis, deeply attuned to nature, travel, and the movement of life energy in a planet, are always aware of which direction they are facing. Even on planets with reversed magnetic fields, bizarre alien geometry, pure and utter darkness with no light to see by, while blindfolded, after being spun around in dizzying circles… It doesn’t matter, Xerci can always find true north instantly. He’s essentially a living compass, an extremely useful skill to have while lost on missions. However, being partly of a wandering breed, Xerci did not inherit the Galra homing instinct, and therefore even if he knows which direction he is going, he often does not know which direction he should be going. Niresh is not helpful in the slightest, but they make frequent roaming partners. For a while Lance sewed “If lost, please returned to” tags inside all of Xerci’s uniforms. And you know, sometimes getting lost leads you to the very best adventures…

Just for fun: - Hogwarts house: Slytherin (A friendly Slytherin, truly dangerous…)

- DnD class: Bard

- Favorite Disney movie: Aladdin

- Earth Horoscope/Chinese Zodiac signs: Libra, Fire Monkey

- Lucky number: 9

- Best Earth school subject: Government

- Earth Spirit Animal: Egyptian Mau

- MBTI personality type: ENFP – The Campaigner

- A vice and a virtue: Gluttony and Charity

- K-pop image song: ROAR- SF9

#Xerci the incorrigible #Home and a Half #HaaHVLD #Voltron fanfic #galra oc #galra oc bio #my baby #he's basically just space!Howell Jenkins

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