#fathertofire

“Birthing you removed all greatness from that weak willed woman.”

She contemplates make a sarcastic come back— Was he calling himself a god? Even Agni themself was laugh at this lowly second born son claiming to be a god. There was no denying that Ursa had the heat of a dragon in her belly, and the authoritative personality to command the respect dragons once did. But Ozai? A god amongst benders? How silly.

Either way, she lifted her chin, eyes half lidded in amusement as she watched him. “I remember a time when you threatened to have me killed.” she replied, her voice absent of malice or spite. “And I told you that no other woman could produce an heir as powerful as I could. Are you sure it isn’t the dragon who tamed the Gods’ wrath?”

RESPECT   IS   SOMETHING   SHE   IS   USED   TOO   receiving  from  her   advisers,  her  soldiers,  her  people.  it  is  expected;   it  is  how  it  should  be,  but  it  means  nothing  more  than  a  reminder  that  the  natural  balance  of  power  is  in  place.  but  her  father,  the  only  one  equal  to  herself  in  the  young  firebender’s  eyes:  his  respect  is  everything  to  her.  at  least,  in  moments  like  these  she  feels  that  way.  it  is  the  closest  thing  to  affection  she  has  known  from  either  parent   —   perhaps  this  is  affection,  the  pride  in  his  eyes  that  set’s  her  heart  afire  and  warms  her  bones.

azula  quickly  bows  her  head,  gently  closing  her  eyes.  it’s  to  save  face  as  much  as  anything  else.  suddenly,  she  feels  like  a  child.  she  is  a  child   —   but  that  should  be  no  excuse!  she  has  to  grit  her  teeth  slightly,  feeling  something  well  up  behind  her  eyes.  a  thousand  elocution  lessons  and  an  aptitude  for  lies  suddenly  come  in  handy  as  the  girl  tries  to  keep  her  expression  neutral.  it  would  be  weakness  to  cry…   she  would   —   she  would  never! 

❛   thank  you,  father.  i  will  make  you  proud,  i  swear  it.  i  will  burn  down  the  entire  earth  kingdom  if  i  must!  we  will  have  victory   —   and  i  will  be  at  your  side!   ❜

"I am not 'leaving' you. I am charging you with guarding our Empire."

The garden in the Royal Palace had always been her favorite place to sit, it was quiet and rarely did anyone disturb her out her. Everyone knew the garden was here little sanctuary to feed her beloved Turtle-Ducks.

She had chiefs gave her left over bread to gave the small family in the pound, they were basically her ducks so she look after them attentively. She was happiest in the garden away from palace life, this garden was like the one her mother had in her former home expect more elaborate.

The sun was high today and it made her smile just to feel it on her pale skin, she rearly allowed make-up to be plastered onto her porcelain skin as she felt like she didn't need to mask the natural beauty she had.

She watched her little ducklets swims around their mother, she put her hand to her  small swollen stomach. She had recently found out she was finally with child, it had been hard for some reason or the other for her to  get to this point, so it made her happy a new life was growing within her. What didn't make her happy was the fuss everyone made over her, she wasn't feeling sick or fragile, yet people tried to convince her not to push herself, even a walk to the pound was meant to be to much.

It was why she escaped, she was tired of everyone being so protective over her, then again this was Fire Prince Oazi child so she understood there worry as they wanted a healthy heir to develop.  She watched her Turtle-Ducks flap away in that moment as they had sensed something and she looked through the haze of the sun and saw a very familiar figure, she'd been discovered so she offered her most friendly and warm smile toward her husband.