- – — 𝐀𝐓 Honora’s outburst, Zuko eyes widened ever so slightly.
However, he quickly overcomes the small surprise, and
his expression goes from concerned, to extremely displeased
and stern. Arms crossed now and back rigid, Zuko stares down
at his daughter.
❝You’re stepping out of line, Noriko,” He says warningly. “If
you want to bring in the argument that you’re the princess,
then recall then that I am the Firelord,and there’s no higher
power in this household than I.”
He paused for only a moment, letting those words sink in.
”This issue isn’t about not trusting you Honora,” Zuko continued,
trying to get back to the point. His eyes softened a bit. “This is about
your safety. For once, I’d like you to understand that.”
He took a step forward and placed both hands on her shoulders.
“I’d like you to have a few more responsibilities around here. For the
next week, I want you to shadow me to various meetings. Think you
can handle that?❞
She was glad that the raw anger had burnt off, but
there was still no ignoring the awful remnants of
emotion left in the pit of her stomach. It felt almost
like…
embarrassment.
That’s what it was. She radiated shame from such
patronizing and, worse yet, the tantrum that had
justified it. So she shied away from her father’s
touch, arms crossed so tightly over her chest that
there was no way her heart could ache enough to
cause tears.
“ Fine.
—-Not like I have a choice. ”