...gulped audibly, “Princess Azula was found completely nude in her stall. Her clothes were strewn around her.”
Zuko could not help but be alarmed. His eyeballs widened with the warden’s words, but he answered boldly, “So, what of her?”
“She was outwardly upset, screaming and crying like a child, but she would not reveal anything.”
“So, did she request my presence?”
The warden shook his head, “No, she remained silent when I interrogated her over the ordeal. I just assumed that perhaps you could get her to talk. You are her brother, after all.”
Zuko nodded with displeasure, “Where is she now?”
“She is waiting for you.”
Their eyes met, “Then lead the way.”
The grim-faced warden turned and faced his door. He opened it with a painless mumble, and gestured the team forward with his massive hand. The interrogation chamber was only a room or two down on the left from the warden’s office. “Team Avatar,” excluding Sokka, seemingly marveled at the order and strictness of the place. Their eyes wandered openly, each noting the bland red-brown walls and the rusty luster that surrounded them.
An abrupt stop. The warden allowed two guards, both female, to open the door in front of them.
Hands tied down to a hard, wooden chair, Azula’s amber eyeballs were hard...