For man_of_means
The palace was in a delightful state of repair. The coup which had seized her ‘The City that Never Fell’ had been quick, clean, and left the palace intact. Azula had plenty of time to admire it from the throne that was formally the Earth King’s, though that view quickly became boring.
Though the palace was decorated in greens and golds, Azula was in her normal attire of red and gold. The disguise that fell the city wasn’t necessary anymore. And she was expecting a guest who had requested that she wear red. The robes she had picked fell almost scandalously around her shoulders. Her dark hair was up - as modesty required, which contrasted oddly with her choice of out fit.
For the moment, she sat simply on the throne, looking out over her handiwork.
Though the palace was decorated in greens and golds, Azula was in her normal attire of red and gold. The disguise that fell the city wasn’t necessary anymore. And she was expecting a guest who had requested that she wear red. The robes she had picked fell almost scandalously around her shoulders. Her dark hair was up - as modesty required, which contrasted oddly with her choice of out fit.
For the moment, she sat simply on the throne, looking out over her handiwork.