Chapter 218: Lashing Out (2)
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Chapter 218: Lashing Out (2)Chapter 218: Lashing Out (2)
"Ugh..." Zuko massaged his temples while uttering a pained groan and sitting up from a... comfortable bed? He looked around, his vision blurry at first, the ache ailing his head worse than ever but it slowly grew better— his vision and the throbbing pain. His breathing eased as he instinctively recalled the last thing he remembered.
That face.
The same face, whose portrait hung on the wall in a mighty display. The colors and the stroke failed to capture the sheer presence the man held in person but managed to fully present the stern and handsome visage the man had developed over the years.
His father— Phoenix King Ozai.
The room itself surprised Zuko. It was as if he'd been... brought to a different world. No molding roof. No stained walls. No husky mattresses. No uncomfortable sheets and clothes.
The walls were decorated with paintings, the room with shelves, and the shelves with vases and ornaments that looked so expensive that Zuko felt he'd returned to his home in the Fire Nation Capital, the Royal Palace. Slipping out of the comfortable bed and locating the nearest mirror embedded into the wall next to a dresser, Zuko found himself wearing silk red nightwear. His fingers trailed the fabric as he dumbly stared into the mirror.
What was going on?
With that thought, Zuko was forced to realize another thing.
They'd been had.
He did not know how much time had passed but Zuko felt worried about the imminent danger the circus might face for continuing the plan and he instantly walked toward the door as high as the total height of a few huts in Ba Sing Se. And it was heavy. But Zuko was stronger. He managed to push open the door with an audible grunt of exertion as he was greeted with the sight of equally regal passage. But what caught Zuko's attention was a kowtowing form of a familiar individual and all of his frustration exploded.
"Kei Lo!" Grabbing the youth by the shoulder that transitioned to his collar once Zuko forced him up, the prince pushed and shoved until Kei Lo had his back against the wall whilst his elbow knocked over a beautiful cream vase.
*Crash*
As the sound of the crashing vase echoed into the hall, Zuko glared at the youth who presented a wry grin, "Prince Zuko, was your sleep comfortable?" This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
"DON'T," Zuko emphasized with a glower, his golden eyes piercing and sharp, "Play with me, Kei Lo. You were a spy! You betrayed me!"
Sighing slightly, Kei Lo shook his head, "No prince Zuko... I never betrayed anyone. I kept my Lord's trust. And I still treasure our friendship. And my loyalty to you is next only to my loyalty to your father. For that very reason, Phoenix King made me your steward."
Frowning, Zuko instead pressed, "You're being controlled by him?"
"No. I have no recollection of it," Kei Lo shook his head, "I was employed by Phoenix King after I succeeded in a series of tests. And given our ages, he felt that it was appropriate of me to approach you."
"Given our ages? I know you since we were 10!"
"You woke, son," The man smiled calmly and the tension in the office visibly deflated while Kei Lo bowed and left the room to the father-son duo.
Zuko's lips parted but he couldn't find any words to relay.
As if aware of his son's dilemma, Phoenix King Ozai stood up from his seat and walked over to Zuko as his hand patted the young one's shoulder, "I'm sure you have much to speak. Much to question. Before any of that, I want you to relax and calm down. Tell me one thing."
Ozai's hand left Zuko's shoulder and warmly cupped the left side of his son's face as he smiled, "Have you been well all these years, son?"
His body felt seized and his throat felt clenched. Barely even able to breathe much less vent whatever burdened his chest, Zuko's eyes still grew hazy and his nose soured ever so slightly. Clenching down on his trembling jaws, Zuko tried to nod calmly.
No matter what, with everything he'd heard, Zuko felt too complicated and confused. His mind resisted the urge to give up but it was as if his body just wanted to accept everything.
Not minding Zuko's silence, Ozai's calm smile broadened into a sincere grin, "You have grown so much," his tone that of pleased wonder as he praised, "A few more years and you'll be taller than me. Stronger, too, I'd imagine. Thank the spirits you look more like me, too. We won't have trouble finding you a queen for years to come."
Ozai's chuckle echoed into the room as Zuko stood like a statue.
Releasing yet another sigh, Ozai nodded, "This seems right... I wished to avoid this but I should start from the beginning. You don't have to say if it's too hard. You don't have to hold back if it's too painful, too. Son, we're blood. If you feel like crying, go all out."
Zuko's fists clenched and his toes curled in revolt against the reactions of his body as his tears began to flow down while Ozai sat him down and chose to lean against the table next to Zuko instead.
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Chapter 218: Lashing Out (2)Chapter 218: Lashing Out (2)
"Ugh..." Zuko massaged his temples while uttering a pained groan and sitting up from a... comfortable bed? He looked around, his vision blurry at first, the ache ailing his head worse than ever but it slowly grew better— his vision and the throbbing pain. His breathing eased as he instinctively recalled the last thing he remembered.
That face.
The same face, whose portrait hung on the wall in a mighty display. The colors and the stroke failed to capture the sheer presence the man held in person but managed to fully present the stern and handsome visage the man had developed over the years.
His father— Phoenix King Ozai.
The room itself surprised Zuko. It was as if he'd been... brought to a different world. No molding roof. No stained walls. No husky mattresses. No uncomfortable sheets and clothes.
The walls were decorated with paintings, the room with shelves, and the shelves with vases and ornaments that looked so expensive that Zuko felt he'd returned to his home in the Fire Nation Capital, the Royal Palace. Slipping out of the comfortable bed and locating the nearest mirror embedded into the wall next to a dresser, Zuko found himself wearing silk red nightwear. His fingers trailed the fabric as he dumbly stared into the mirror.
What was going on?
With that thought, Zuko was forced to realize another thing.
They'd been had.
He did not know how much time had passed but Zuko felt worried about the imminent danger the circus might face for continuing the plan and he instantly walked toward the door as high as the total height of a few huts in Ba Sing Se. And it was heavy. But Zuko was stronger. He managed to push open the door with an audible grunt of exertion as he was greeted with the sight of equally regal passage. But what caught Zuko's attention was a kowtowing form of a familiar individual and all of his frustration exploded.
"Kei Lo!" Grabbing the youth by the shoulder that transitioned to his collar once Zuko forced him up, the prince pushed and shoved until Kei Lo had his back against the wall whilst his elbow knocked over a beautiful cream vase.
*Crash*
As the sound of the crashing vase echoed into the hall, Zuko glared at the youth who presented a wry grin, "Prince Zuko, was your sleep comfortable?" This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
"DON'T," Zuko emphasized with a glower, his golden eyes piercing and sharp, "Play with me, Kei Lo. You were a spy! You betrayed me!"
Sighing slightly, Kei Lo shook his head, "No prince Zuko... I never betrayed anyone. I kept my Lord's trust. And I still treasure our friendship. And my loyalty to you is next only to my loyalty to your father. For that very reason, Phoenix King made me your steward."
Frowning, Zuko instead pressed, "You're being controlled by him?"
"No. I have no recollection of it," Kei Lo shook his head, "I was employed by Phoenix King after I succeeded in a series of tests. And given our ages, he felt that it was appropriate of me to approach you."
"Given our ages? I know you since we were 10!"
"You woke, son," The man smiled calmly and the tension in the office visibly deflated while Kei Lo bowed and left the room to the father-son duo.
Zuko's lips parted but he couldn't find any words to relay.
As if aware of his son's dilemma, Phoenix King Ozai stood up from his seat and walked over to Zuko as his hand patted the young one's shoulder, "I'm sure you have much to speak. Much to question. Before any of that, I want you to relax and calm down. Tell me one thing."
Ozai's hand left Zuko's shoulder and warmly cupped the left side of his son's face as he smiled, "Have you been well all these years, son?"
His body felt seized and his throat felt clenched. Barely even able to breathe much less vent whatever burdened his chest, Zuko's eyes still grew hazy and his nose soured ever so slightly. Clenching down on his trembling jaws, Zuko tried to nod calmly.
No matter what, with everything he'd heard, Zuko felt too complicated and confused. His mind resisted the urge to give up but it was as if his body just wanted to accept everything.
Not minding Zuko's silence, Ozai's calm smile broadened into a sincere grin, "You have grown so much," his tone that of pleased wonder as he praised, "A few more years and you'll be taller than me. Stronger, too, I'd imagine. Thank the spirits you look more like me, too. We won't have trouble finding you a queen for years to come."
Ozai's chuckle echoed into the room as Zuko stood like a statue.
Releasing yet another sigh, Ozai nodded, "This seems right... I wished to avoid this but I should start from the beginning. You don't have to say if it's too hard. You don't have to hold back if it's too painful, too. Son, we're blood. If you feel like crying, go all out."
Zuko's fists clenched and his toes curled in revolt against the reactions of his body as his tears began to flow down while Ozai sat him down and chose to lean against the table next to Zuko instead.
---
Alternative Title: Get that Man an Oscar
***
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Chapter 218: Lashing Out 2Chapter 218: Lashing Out 2 "Ugh..." Zuko massaged his temples while uttering a pained groan and sitting up from a... comfortable bed? He looked around, his vision blurry at first, the ache ailing his head worse than ever but it slowly grew better his vision and the throbbing pain. His breathing eased as he instinctively recalled the last thing he remembered. That face. The same face, whose portrait hung on the wall in a mighty display. The colors and the stroke failed to capture the sheer presence the man held in person but managed to fully present the stern and handsome visage the man had developed over the years. His father Phoenix King Ozai. The room itself surprised Zuko. It was as if he'd been... brought to a different world. No molding roof. No stained walls. No husky mattresses. No uncomfortable sheets and clothes. The walls were decorated with paintings, the room with shelves, and the shelves with vases and ornaments that looked so expensive that Zuko felt he'd returned to his home in the Fire Nation Capital, the Royal Palace. Slipping out of the comfortable bed and locating the nearest mirror embedded into the wall next to a dresser, Zuko found himself wearing silk red nightwear. His fingers trailed the fabric as he dumbly stared into the mirror. What was going on? With that thought, Zuko was forced to realize another thing. They'd been had. He did not know how much time had passed but Zuko felt worried about the imminent danger the circus might face for continuing the plan and he instantly walked toward the door as high as the total height of a few huts in Ba Sing Se. And it was heavy. But Zuko was stronger. He managed to push open the door with an audible grunt of exertion as he was greeted with the sight of equally regal passage. But what caught Zuko's attention was a kowtowing form of a familiar individual and all of his frustration exploded. "Kei Lo!" Grabbing the youth by the shoulder that transitioned to his collar once Zuko forced him up, the prince pushed and shoved until Kei Lo had his back against the wall whilst his elbow knocked over a beautiful cream vase. *Crash* As the sound of the crashing vase echoed into the hall, Zuko glared at the youth who presented a wry grin, "Prince Zuko, was your sleep comfortable?" This chapter is updated by novelbiin.com"DON'T," Zuko emphasized with a glower, his golden eyes piercing and sharp, "Play with me, Kei Lo. You were a spy! You betrayed me!" Sighing slightly, Kei Lo shook his head, "No prince Zuko... I never betrayed anyone. I kept my Lord's trust. And I still treasure our friendship. And my loyalty to you is next only to my loyalty to your father. For that very reason, Phoenix King made me your steward." Frowning, Zuko instead pressed, "You're being controlled by him?" "No. I have no recollection of it," Kei Lo shook his head, "I was employed by Phoenix King after I succeeded in a series of tests. And given our ages, he felt that it was appropriate of me to approach you." "Given our ages? I know you since we were 10!" "You woke, son," The man smiled calmly and the tension in the office visibly deflated while Kei Lo bowed and left the room to the father-son duo. Zuko's lips parted but he couldn't find any words to relay. As if aware of his son's dilemma, Phoenix King Ozai stood up from his seat and walked over to Zuko as his hand patted the young one's shoulder, "I'm sure you have much to speak. Much to question. Before any of that, I want you to relax and calm down. Tell me one thing." Ozai's hand left Zuko's shoulder and warmly cupped the left side of his son's face as he smiled, "Have you been well all these years, son?" His body felt seized and his throat felt clenched. Barely even able to breathe much less vent whatever burdened his chest, Zuko's eyes still grew hazy and his nose soured ever so slightly. Clenching down on his trembling jaws, Zuko tried to nod calmly. No matter what, with everything he'd heard, Zuko felt too complicated and confused. His mind resisted the urge to give up but it was as if his body just wanted to accept everything. Not minding Zuko's silence, Ozai's calm smile broadened into a sincere grin, "You have grown so much," his tone that of pleased wonder as he praised, "A few more years and you'll be taller than me. Stronger, too, I'd imagine. Thank the spirits you look more like me, too. We won't have trouble finding you a queen for years to come." Ozai's chuckle echoed into the room as Zuko stood like a statue. Releasing yet another sigh, Ozai nodded, "This seems right... I wished to avoid this but I should start from the beginning. You don't have to say if it's too hard. You don't have to hold back if it's too painful, too. Son, we're blood. If you feel like crying, go all out." Zuko's fists clenched and his toes curled in revolt against the reactions of his body as his tears began to flow down while Ozai sat him down and chose to lean against the table next to Zuko instead. --- Alternative Title: Get that Man an Oscar *** Read 30 advance chapters here Patre /Fanharem And do vote some powerstones~ Join the discord for well... uh, dead chat room~ https : //discord.gg/egdFUe5
