OK, here it is,
The Taming of the Wolf
Special Dedication: Nerf-or-Nothing: HERE IT IS! HUZZAH!!!
Sorry it took so long!
I just realized something, A LOT of my fics start with someone at a party drinking something.
Taming of the Wolf
Chapter 1
A Night to Remember
The night was young; couples were revolving slowly as the orchestra played and the night air wafted through the colossal open windows. I was sitting casually at the bar, a glass in my hand. I glanced over my shoulder at a girl standing in the middle of a crowd of boys. She was beautiful, a deep blue gown complimenting her frame.
And there I was, a mere commoner with a Title while she was a Princess.
The night was young and I felt brave, perhaps it was the fact I had a mask and that I had been spending most of my night near the bar.
"Princess, care to dance?" She turned; a fan rose covering her face except for her eyes.
Piercing blue looking for any ulterior motives, "I would love to." and flipped the fan closed and took my offered hand.
We waltz around the center of the room; I must've been smiling widely because she asked, "Why are you staring like that?"
It took me a moment to find my thoughts, and before I could answer her a man walked to us, arms crossed and a crown placed delicately on his head, "Princess Katara, who might this be?"
The King? I was in for it now.
She smiled mischievously, "I'm not sure, maybe he can tell you."
"Sir Aang." The name popped out before I could even think of lying.
The King raised his eyebrows, "I see, well 'Sir' Aang tell me what do you do?"
"I teach Bending your Majesty." I bowed slightly; I could see Katara's eyes sparkling with laughter.
Again the eyebrows were arched as though glued permanently, "Bending?"
I nod to affirm, and surprisingly the face broke into a smile, "That's wonderful! In fact, would you consider being the Princess's tutor?"
I almost choked on my breath, then I attempt to blabber out a response, "Umm sure...that is..."
And then I realized, saying no would screw me over.
Big Time.
I organized my mumbling and seal my fate with 5 words.
"It would be my honor."
That was the beginning of a long, horrible month.
Omnipresent
"Gallivanting she said...ha!" a girl sat at a table, ebony hair falling into her eyes while she played with her fork. To her left sat a young man, dark hair pulled back into a topknot with some rebellious pieces hung around his face.
He grunted and refused yet another dance from a lovely young girl.
"Why don't you dance Princy?"
He opened his half closed eyes, the left one scarred, " and I told you not to call me that in public!"
She waved away his anger, "Whatever, want to dance?"
This was an odd question, he had known Toph his whole life, he could never see her as anything but a sister figure. He blushed small flames dancing at his fingertips.
"As friends." She added sensing his embarrassment, "People will stop asking you."
She had a point so her took her hand and they made their way to the floor.
They rotated slowly, Toph wincing slightly every downbeat.
"Zuko I swear if you step on my foot on more time…Zuko?" her partner was distracted oblivious to the fact that Toph had no shoes on and were much more vulnerable then the girl in slippers.
"Who's that?" Zuko wondered out loud.
Toph huffed slightly, "Blind here." I mean it's not that hard! I just can't see! How hard is that to forget? she thought exasperatedly.
Zuko ignored the comment and whispered her directions, under her dress her bare feet sent out vibrations, right where Zuko had said was a boy and judging from the weight he was tall and gangly.
And had big feet.
"What does he look like?" Toph whispered, blind eyes following the vibrations.
"Dark hair and eyes…" he stopped and berated himself for not noticing before, "Toph, it's Prince Sokka."
She smiled crookedly, "A Prince you say?" a in a second Toph was out of Zuko's arms. He made his way quickly out of the dancers way, and looking around for his short friend.
A bark like laugh escaped from his, she was talking to Sokka.
He watched for a few more minutes, watching their lips move and Sokka's attitude getting less and less impressed with Toph's obvious ridiculing of him. In the end Sokka's mouth opened wider and he began waving his arms around before stomping away angrily.
Toph grinning widely joined Zuko at his table, "You saw?" she inquired slyly.
"Good job my friend. Good job." Before Toph could gloat further Zuko's Uncle came over, a traditional cup of tea in his hand.
"Iroh! I have seen you in a while." Toph stood and gave the old man a hug, "How have you been?"
"Fantastic! I also have some good news for the both of you!" he sat taking a sip of the jasmine, "we're staying at the Palace!"
"WHAT!?" Zuko's voice echoed around the room, the dancers game to a grinding halt, a few glasses were dropped and the violins made a horrible screeching noise, "Since when?! I thought my dad was taking me somewhere."
Iroh halted slightly, he knew his nephew was a devout subject of his father's, and Ozai took full advantage, "Yes, but he is taking…" Zuko knew who it was and ran from the room, leaving Iroh looking sad, "Azula…" he finished.
"We're both staying? What are my parents thinking?"
Iroh's mood lightened slightly, "Why Miss Beifong, they believe spending time at Court will civilize you."
The snort from her nose was heard all around the room.
"Then let the games begin."