Going from royalty to the lingering near the bear bottom of society had been quite a culture shock for her. If she hadn’t spent so much time in that nightmare people dared to call a ‘Mental Health Facility’, then no doubt the uncomfortable bedding and pure audacity of others would be more unsettling.

Even disgusting places like this hold potential for something. Spread out among the fire nation citizens lay many who’ve been unhappy with the changes happening in the palace lead by her dear brother. It was just a matter of organization and finding who’s worth the time.

While metaphorically her head is held up high, physically she’s forced to look low. A former princess is bound to be recognizable to many, so she covered up with a scarlet cloak. Meant to keep eyes off, it does the opposite as well. Inspires an annoying curiosity in others.

She remembers the days where people wouldn’t dare. Her presence akin to the sun: a blazing source that planets revolve around. Unquestionable in its existence, ever present and blinding to stare at. Others need its energy, not the other way around.

Everything is so messed up. Only she can fix it.

Azula may seem to be a shell of what she once was to others, but there was an unmistakable look in her eyes that burned with something dangerous. Ambition beyond what simpletons would understand.

Especially the one who’s set eyes on her today.

“What are you staring at?”