Zutara Week 2008 - #3 Smug

Smug. That was the word that Katara found to define Azula. The Fire Nation Princess… no, the Fire Lord was full of herself and haughty. Conceited and 'superior' and self-satisfied. Arrogant and self-righteous. That was Azula in a leechi nutshell.

Smug.

Today, like the few days before, the Fire Lord was in Katara's cell trying to get information from her. 'Where is Zuzu, where is your little band of misfits, where is Uncle, how did you find out about the eclipse and the comet?' Her questions were never ending and Katara was getting sick of hearing them. The first day she had spat at Azula and sworn to never break nor reveal information.

Azula had smugly reminded the Water Tribe woman that her child was many levels above in the palace, being treated by a nurse. The only reason she was still alive was that her bending capabilities were unknown. The Fire Lord's eyes had turned up in malicious mirth and stated that wouldn't it be wonderful if daughter were raised a Fire Princess and destroyed her true parents one day?

Katara's wrists still burned from when she had yanked against her shackles.

It would take more than a few days and taunting to break her. Katara would inwardly shudder when Azula described the horrific ways she would kill her friends and family. Who wouldn't? (Except maybe Azula herself and probably Ozai.) But outwardly she stayed firm and resilient. Zuko and the rest were no doubt surrounding Sokka while he planned their escape. She wouldn't be imprisoned for long.

"Are you listening to me, Water Tribe peasant? I will – "

"No, I am not listening to you. They will rescue me. And we will win."

It was Katara's turn to be smug.