Azula lie face down on her bed. Her eyes were closed but she wasn’t actually getting any sleep at all. The dull whispers in her head were all too loud.
The whispers, despite what many would assume, where not formed of her own insanity…but of the people she’d overheard on the streets. Their words were harsh and refused to stop echoing and replaying in her head.
Whenever she tried to focus on something else, their words would resurface.
It had only been two days since Zuko had bought her home. And thus far, a horrendous letdown.
It was her own fault; she’d set her expectations too high…of...
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