Child on the Dragon Throne - teaser
So... attackfish and my sister dearest, through the power of their combined Bambi eyes, have finally convinced me to actually WRITE something. Fanfic, in fact.
I dug through many of my old fic ideas, and selected this one.
I have about 1,500 words of it written out as of the time of this posting, and I will surely write more. I'm determined to finish this fic at some point before I leave for Ireland & Scotland in the last week of May.
But for now, here's a teaser-drabble!
Even though Zuko wore the crown of the Fire Lord, he didn’t really wear the crown of the Fire Lord: not in a figurative sense, anyway. A piece of shiny expensive metal sitting in one’s topknot did not a powerful ruler make.
As his council continually had to remind him, Zuko was a thirteen year old boy. He could not be expected to know how to manage the affairs of the most powerful of the Four Nations, no matter how much he wanted to try.
It did not help that Zuko kept remembering the last time he spoke against the counsel of these men in that chamber. So every time that he thought about storming down that hallway and ordering the guards at that intimidating-looking curtain that hid the war room to stand aside, in the name of the Fire Lord… Zuko took a deep, shuddering breath, and didn’t.
I dug through many of my old fic ideas, and selected this one.
I have about 1,500 words of it written out as of the time of this posting, and I will surely write more. I'm determined to finish this fic at some point before I leave for Ireland & Scotland in the last week of May.
But for now, here's a teaser-drabble!
Even though Zuko wore the crown of the Fire Lord, he didn’t really wear the crown of the Fire Lord: not in a figurative sense, anyway. A piece of shiny expensive metal sitting in one’s topknot did not a powerful ruler make.
As his council continually had to remind him, Zuko was a thirteen year old boy. He could not be expected to know how to manage the affairs of the most powerful of the Four Nations, no matter how much he wanted to try.
It did not help that Zuko kept remembering the last time he spoke against the counsel of these men in that chamber. So every time that he thought about storming down that hallway and ordering the guards at that intimidating-looking curtain that hid the war room to stand aside, in the name of the Fire Lord… Zuko took a deep, shuddering breath, and didn’t.