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The princess blinked as she stared at the sight before her, brown eyes widening significantly as they met golden orbs that reflected more than a little uncertainty. As Zuko stood with his back pressed to the bed post, wrists held firmly by a pair of shackles, Jasmine didn't have to ask who was to blame for his presence; she already had a good guess.
Removing the silk veil that draped her head and ran down the frame of her body to trail the floor as she walked; she threw it onto the bed before sitting down beside him. A pin was pulled from her hair, sending ebony locks down her shoulders as she set to picking the lock.
"Azula?" It wasn't really a question, they both knew the answer was yes; perhaps the other princess was angry that Jasmine had been all but avoiding her since the very first day of her visit. Perhaps she thought that this was a good way of getting back at her while embarrassing her brother--whom Jasmine had found companionship in--but if it was, it was a paltry effort.