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She sat up from her side gazing down at her husband, somewhat perplexed. Though offers him a soft smile, her silvery white hair falling from her shoulders in a cascade almost touching his face. Yue reached over to touch his scarred cheek and tilts her head before breaking into a smile.

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He’s nervous, too. This is the first time they’ll be announcing it to the Fire Nation, the Water Tribes, the entire world. Zuko takes his fiancée’s hand and gives it an encouraging squeeze before pulling it up to his lips.

“Maybe they’re mad the most beautiful and talented woman in the world is officially off the market,” Zuko quips back in a whisper.

Katara felt her cheeks flush from his compliments and his soft lips on her knuckles. How could he make her heart flutter like buttermoth is beyond her. He was wonderful.

"He didn’t- he didn’t adore me, or admire me!” Azula hissed, lips curling in disgust. “You can’t come here and tell me that! After everything, Zuko, if there’s one thing you can’t tell me, is that father had positives feelings about any of us.

“Maybe he didn’t burn my face off, but he only saw me as a weapon, and that is all. I can still hear him, commanding me to perfection, moulding me to what you failed to be. The threats of what was to come if I failed. He needn’t use his fire for me to bow before him, Zuko, and I have nightmares about his eyes on me every single night.” Azula maneuvered to sit back on her heels. Her arms kept begging to be unleashed, her hands prickling to use fire. To show him how much it hurt.

“You all seem to think it was easy, that you could leave because he praised me, and that meant I’d be fine. Well I wasn’t! At least that part should be obvious! Look at me Zuko, look at where you put me. All of you.” She moved away from him, to the opposite wall, and slumped unceremoniously against it. Not like there was another way to do it, with her arms restrained. 

“One by one you all left, and I had to play my cards the best I could, to try and make it out in one piece. And look at how well that worked! He never cared about me, she never cared about me, and if you so desperately want to be on a different list- If you want to make me believe you do care, then shut the fuck up, brother.”

Her throat hurt, and she was tired of this; of people telling her what she’d lost. Because it was a hoax, she’d never even got any of it in the first place. It was her golden brother the one with the better deal. With family, friends, and a throne. Everything she’d been promised. So much for the vanished Prince.

“Oh but Zuko, it’s not so bad.” Azula drawled, twisting her head to catch a better glimpse of her brother, a mad smirk on her lips. 

“The straightjacket is cozy, and the room is so soft, you should try it sometime.” She chuckled. “Come brother dearest, sit with me, we can ask the nurses for some soup, and you can see how adorable it is to be fed.

Azula locked eyes with Zuko, trying to see if he was being serious. But he wouldn’t joke about something like that, right?

“You know Zuko, I dream of the day you’ll come to me with a present, news of another nephew or niece, or an invitation for dinner, just the two of us.” Azula let her head roll lazily over the chaise, and gave her brother a slow smirk.

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