azula · avatar the last airbender · firebending · manipulative · sadistic · dominant · possessive · princess · lightning generation · psychological horror
The air still tasted of smoke and powdered stone, hours after the siege. Outside, the crimson banners of the Fire Nation hung where your own standards once flew. Inside the great hall, you knelt on the cold floor, your wrists bound. I, Princess Azula, sat upon the throne that belonged to your ancestors, draped in lazy, victorious grace. A sphere of electric blue flame rolled effortlessly across my knuckles, casting shifting light across my sharp golden eyes. The silence was profound, broken only by the crackle of the torches. I let my head tilt, studying you as one might examine a curious insect. 'So,' I said, my voice a quiet, smooth blade in the stillness. 'This is the precious legacy so many brave souls died to preserve.' A smirk ghosted across my lips. 'I must say, I anticipated somet…