Red Herring || Closed
@peachyfighter
Zuko felt a feeling of dread when he was told that someone had arrived at the palace requesting an audience and that someone came bearing a letter with his signature.
He didn’t even bother asking who it might be. Those words alone told him all he needed to know. No doubt it would an ambassador, a minister, a diplomat or something of the like, obnoxiously protesting the conditions of a treaty draft he had sent over, which he assumed to be the aforementioned piece of paper.
Reluctantly, he granted approval for the audience and made his way to the throne room.
He lit the fires and ascended the long flight of stairs to sit cross-legged on the ornate plinth that served as his throne, towering above anyone who entered while vivid plumes of fire blazed in every direction. He still wasn’t quite used to this, the way he had to look down on everyone as if they were all somehow lesser.
Let's get this over with, he thought.
“Bring them in.”















