"Mm...you know it's wrong to rouse a princess from her sleep." "Yeah, well, uh..."
"Are you really wearing that?"
Hahn frowned, looking down at himself before narrowing his eyes at her. "What's wrong with it?"
"What century are you from? We don't wear those dreadful things anymore. And you say you can fit in? You'll be lucky to get past the guards."
A smirk twitched his mouth. "I managed to get in here, didn't I?" he sneered. By then, Azula had slithered out of bed and sauntered her way over to him. A slender hand smoothed up his chest, fingers shaping themselves around his shoulder blade.
"You just got lucky."








