She huffed in frustration. Her fingers were still a bit numb from the cold outside. She decided to just wear her hair down. She was able to gather a bit from the top to keep her crown in place.
“I’m ready.” Azula stepped out into her parlor room where the Avatar waited.
Aang smiled and held his arm out to her, “You look beautiful.”
Azula only nodded as he led her down the intricate hallways.
She involuntarily squeezed his arm when the servants opened the doors to the dinning room.
Aang patted her hand, “It will be fun. Just stick with me.”
“About time Aang. I’m starving.” Sokka complained from his seat at the table.
“Thank you for escorting my sister, Aang. She forgets that not everyone runs on princess time.” Zuko didn’t look at Aang while he spoke. Instead he held Azula’s gaze.
“My apologies for keeping you and your guests waiting Zuko.” Azula smirked as she took her seat next to Aang. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her.
It was an awkward silence that fell over the group; made even more so when Sokka loudly whispered it into his sister’s ear.
Dinner was a silent affair for Azula while Zuko and his friend chatted. Once in a while Katara would kindly ask a question which Azula only had one word answers for.
Azula almost sighed with relief when Zuko clapped for the servants to clear the table. Her brother stood up and motioned for everyone to follow him.
Aang could tell Azula was confused so he whispered, “Drinks and music are hosted in the ballroom.”
She rolled her eyes, “Of course.”
The music was livelier than Zuko liked but Azula assumed it was to please his friends. A servant handed her a glass of wine. She took a small sip as her eyes examined the room. Everyone was chatting and laughing.
Aang came up behind her and took her drink. “Dance with me.”
He smiled as he took her hand, “Trust me. It will be fun.”
He placed her hand on the small of her back and took the lead. “Don’t act so stiff, Princess. Zuko confessed that you two took years of dance lessons.”
Azula pouted in displeasure, “Zuko needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.”
Aang twirled her around and then brought her closer. His footwork was fancy. He was trying to showoff for the Princess.
Azula smirked and snapped her fingers. She motioned for the band to play a faster tune. The Fire Nation was once famous for it’s various salsa and mambo dances. Although most people no longer danced, the capital was an exception.
Aang was surprised by her sultry moves. He wasn’t familiar with all the footwork but he was a quick learner. Soon they were moving across the whole dance floor with all eyes on them.
“Am I still stiff?” Azula asked teasingly.
Aang brought her face dangerously close to his, “Never.”