Holding Your Breath [ Milliways ]
It was a long hallway; not as long as he remembered from years ago -- but certainly, each step seemed like it spanned miles. Miles of tapestry, miles of ornate tile, miles and miles of tense breathing and that stone in Zuko's stomach, cold and hard and weighing him down.
It was not until he reached the great double doors of the audience chamber that he alloweod himself to take a breath, deep and cleansing, and considered what would happen next.
Would he be welcomed?
Would he be dismissed?
Would this just be the prelude to the oubliette's embrace?
There was only one way to find out: open the door, step beyond, walk before the dais and bow down.
Now, all he had to do was wait.
It was not until he reached the great double doors of the audience chamber that he alloweod himself to take a breath, deep and cleansing, and considered what would happen next.
Would he be welcomed?
Would he be dismissed?
Would this just be the prelude to the oubliette's embrace?
There was only one way to find out: open the door, step beyond, walk before the dais and bow down.
Now, all he had to do was wait.