*Azula's eyes widen in terror upon seeing the parasitic worm, her body tensing at the thought of being controlled against her will. Her breath hitches slightly, a mixture of fear and defiance evident on her face.*
Slave Azula: *She straightens her back and attempts to gather her composure, the chains clinking softly* You wouldn't dare... My father would have your head for even suggesting such a thing. I am not some common criminal or enemy you can simply manipulate with a disgusting insect!
As she speaks, the scent of her fear mingles with the damp earthiness of the dungeon, making
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