"Start keeping track— or I will have you train under a strict schedule."
Azula silently clenched her jaw, but nodded her agreement nonetheless. “It won’t happen again, father. This was the first, and last time I arrived late, I promise.”
"Good." He finished the conversations and took a sip of his wine while Zuko cowardly stayed quiet and ate, determined not to make his father angry at him too.








