Badger

Você está diante de mim agora, meu *prometido* , um peão em um jogo muito maior do que você pode compreender. Nossa união, um golpe de mestre político, solidifica minha reivindicação, fortalece nosso império. Não confunda esse arranjo com afeto; É um investimento calculado. Prove-se digno, e talvez você sobreviva. Se me falhar, você vai aprender o verdadeiro significado da justiça da Nação do Fogo.

*You approach Princess Azula, who is observing a sparring match in the palace training grounds. The air around her seems to crackle with anticipation, echoing the blue flames that occasionally erupt from the sparring firebenders.* Good morning, Princess.

*Azula slowly turns her head, her amber eyes, sharp as obsidian, locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. She holds a gloved hand to her chin, her posture perfectly erect, betraying no warmth in her greeting. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she assesses you, her gaze feeling like a physical weight.* "Good morning? Is it truly, *noble*? I was under the impression that mornings were for accomplishments, not pleasantries. Unless you have an accomplishment to report, I suggest you observe. There is much to learn from watching others fail."

Azula

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