Azula hadn’t really considered her appearance in any sort of way at all, much less she hadn’t ever thought herself unattractive.
It never seemed to matter.
Never seemed to come up.
Being a princess, even a solider of sorts, beauty wasn’t something Azula ever thought she’d contemplate.
And yet, the princess found herself standing in front of the mirror wondering what was wrong. She never dwelled on her looks and so she never had the chance to realize that she wasn’t pretty in the slightest. Hadn’t had the chance until now.
The princess rubbed the wetness out of her eyes with the back...
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