Book 2, Sequel to "The Concubine's Apprentice"
"Are you done?"
Her blood ran cold as she realized she wasn't alone. She looked up and through the reflection, she saw the source of her suffering, the bane of her existence.
Her mentor.
"Ye...
Uncle Iroh: Do you know why they call me the Dragon of the West?
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"Fire Lord Zuko, it's noon. You haven't had a single meal since last night..." Eunuch Kim bowed his head and waited for the monarch to respond patiently. "Fire Lord?"
He merely grumbled out a response and clutched the pillow he was holding closer to his bare chest.
"Leave him be." Sol lightly pinched the eunuch's arm while balancing a tray on her other hand. "He needs to be alone for a while."
The handmaiden left the tray on the bedside table, picked up the scattered clothing on the floor and bowed her way out, dragging the frantic Eunuch with her.
Zuko pressed his face deeper into the pillow, deeply inhaling the intoxicating scent that was engraved into the sheets, his mind replaying last night's events over and over in his head.
"I... last night... with Chiyo..."
He let out a frustrated groan against by the pillow. He felt guilt and shame for what he had done. He had posed as a stranger and made love to her like a starved man in front of a feast.
But something else overpowered the guilt and shame. Relief. And perhaps, in a self-absorbed way, happiness. It might have been an abstract concept, but somehow, he was glad to have been there for her... to have held her... to—
Zuko muffled another scream to the pillow, his face and the tips of his ears reddening at certain flashes of memories. He cannot deny that he had imagined her like that countless of times in the past. Even back when he wasn't the Fire Lord, but the banished Prince of the Fire Nation.
They had taken her back too soon. The sun had barely peeked in the horizon when the aides came knocking at his door.
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