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>Her eyebrow raises slightly as Azula takes in the man's form. The first thing she picked up was the way he moved, confident and purposeful. The corner of her lips twitched upwards as the princess drank in his body. The musculature of his chest, his arms, how large and big he was. No, he couldn't be from Fire Nation. Yes, some of the men did get big, her own father and brother were prime examples, but he was a different breed all entirely. His hair was a colour she wasn't familiar with. Golden hair? A foreigner? Her brother had chosen a man from the far west. Well, at least he wasn't some old Earth Kingdom noble or some igloo loving snowmutt.
>Azula quickly stands up from her chair, a small smile growing as her eyes darted towards the outline below his waist. Golden hued eyes quickly met his blue, the small smile turning smug. Unlike his nice clothing, Azula had insisted, quite aggressively, in wearing her royal armor to the meeting. Perhaps it was for intimidation, pride in what she was, or maybe the armor was the best and most regal thing in her wardrobe. She had her reasons, but they didn't matter at the moment.
It's fine, I understand how confusing the city can be.
>Her nose crinkles slightly as she watches him rim the circle of his crown, before calming herself. She wanted to slip back to old habits, jump on that nervousness, but that wouldn't help anyone. Azula couldn't ruin an alliance out of petty spite, or pride, so instead she opted to make things a bit easier.
How about you sit down, I'll pour us some drinks and we can...talk.
>Even with all the help through the years, the princess was still a tad odd in her approach with people. She might have been a people person, but she still didn't know how to act like a normal person her age. Which also begged a question she didn't know if she wanted answered or not.
My name's Azula. What's yours?
>Did they tell him about her history? Not the redacted version, but the truth?