#urzai

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ozai/Ursa (Avatar) Characters: Ursa (Avatar), Ozai (Avatar), Azulon (Avatar) Additional Tags: Miscarriage, Historical Summary:

That all that mattered to the royal was that tie to avatar Roku.

No how ill suited ursa was to be a royal Princess

The fire lord just cared for the potential of the power she could birth to his second son. He wanted to control that power but not give her true power.

The fire lord had thought it all out schemed and controlled lives and moved people without thinking of the consequences.

The puppet master who determines her fate.

....

Within the honoured guest chambers which she currently resided until she would join ozai once married in his chamber. Her ladies in waiting, the palace staff who had as much little standing as she once had.

They brushed the load part of her hair, she was not used to how they attended to her, she tried to play nice with them, there was uneasy atmosphere when they came. They walked on egg shells almost scared.

They spoke carefully as she did.

Yet as they prepared her for the day the Fire-Lord echos through her mind.

“You shall be married on the summer solstice.’

‘So soon.’

Indeed the summer solstice was a month away, how was she meant to form such a meaningful connection so soon. A life time with a man she barely know to give him her body as his wife when they barely had time to form such a connection to lead to that.

Though she understands to him I might be more about duty than romance of inmate act.

He asked for an audience with her, it why these woman around her were fussing so hard. An image just be upheld and she just look her finest for him.

She breathed when a knock came at the door, a lady in waiting answered as others decorated her hair in evaporate decorations. Heirlooms apparently.

A servant bowed before her as she sat stuff to scared to move while delicate precious heirloom were placed into her dark brush hair.

“The prince is growing impatient, he request you join him now in the war chambers.”

The servants whispered panic hurrying the efforts, they were terrified and she didn't understand quite yet why.

…

..

She followed the servant who insisted that the meeting prince be hurried as he was becoming impatient.

She thought it rather rude how he worked, but maybe this was normal here. She still didn't know every in and out of how royalty worked.

She only had a faint idea of how much her life had been changed , she knew how it been up routed how the life she's wished for been snapped away.

…

He held his hands behind his back as he observed the map with figures representing the army lay across it.

He didn't even turn to acknowledge her, he heated her sift footsteps and simply spoke.

“Your late.”

His voice strong and cold, he has such unique voice.

“if your ladies in waiting can't handle the task if readying you in a timely manner then they should be replaced with better for fitting woman worthy of attending your needs.”

Was that why they were scared? Because they're rules were so easily replaced, it made her fear her role in his life.

“ they were just putting extra effort in since this first time you've called to have audience with me since.”

He turned his head a little tutting finally seeing her.

“Everyone servents in this place must live up what is expected of them, if they falter than there are thousands of them awaiting to replace them. My desk is filled with their applications. So many in our nation want to serve at feet

She frowned a little.

“Those women depend on the incoming, some of them have escaped husbands who didn't treat them well or were born to parents who didn't want a daughter as an heir. That shouldn't be so easily replaced.”

She folded her arms referring to herself more, she cares for them, she spoke to them, but she related to them in a manner of speaking.

It was if he noticed her distressed he moved her chin to face him.

“ You aren't easily replaced.” he assured

“ woman only have a few value to men, were only fertile till a certain age and as we get older the more dangerous it becomes, I doubt you want me when my body goes through that change. Right now I am young fertile.”

She turned her head it tried to, she

“If people are so easily replaced then what makes me so different? Is my blood going to have the same worth once I can't have more children.”

Now this wasn't what he expecting from her, such strength to say such things to him, he was amused by her..ursa seemed to be a passive woman at first unassuming, yet her she was speaking so brashly and openly

Home grip her chin more.

Possessive as he stated into her eyes.

“ You misunderstood your role at my side as my future wife, there more value to you than breeding and providing me heirs. Father wants to control the bloodline your too valuable to simply cast aside. It is his little game to thurst him upon me knowing in his mind I am not in line to see the throne any longer won't reign forever.

There was something under those words she choice to ignore, yet she breathed tedious.

“ You are not easily replaced.” he assured again

She still seemed unsatisfied but he walked past her.

“ Your joining me for dinner, so let's depart matters of war strategy or not for a princess of the nation to worry about..”

She turned a followed behind him, he has such quick pace she struggled to keep it up

Urzai Apothecary Diaries AU doodle

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ozai/Ursa (Avatar) Characters: Ursa (Avatar), Ozai (Avatar) Summary:

Book 1: Prophecy

Chapter 6: Old Ghosts

Chapter 6: Old Ghosts

Avatar: Rise of the Dragons Book 1: Prophecy - Chapter 6 - TheRiseoftheDragons - Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005) [Archive of Our Own]

Summary:

Aang chooses mercy over prophecy. Zuko makes a radical choice. As Zuko brings his father back to the palace, they confront the old ghosts haunting within.

An Excerpt from the Chapter: "I didn't see a reason to change it," Zuko said, his voice dropping as he scrambled for a defense. "I thought... there might be documents I needed. Records of the lineage." He swallowed hard, desperate to fill the silence before it crushed him. 

"Official charts. Things for the transition."

Ozai didn't move. 

He simply waited.

"I didn’t rummage through your drawers," Zuko added, the words tumbling out sharper than intended. He remained anchored to the doorway, unwilling to step further inside. 

This is cringe ngl

The silence hung between them, heavy and warm, filled only by the sound of their breathing.

Ursa looked deep into his golden eyes, searching, searching for any trace of doubt, any hint of obligation. Her own eyes were still glistening, her cheeks flushed and wet.

She took a shaky breath, her hand resting over his where it lay protectively on her stomach.

"Ozai," she whispered, her voice trembling, soft but insistent. "Tell me the truth. You really want this baby?"

Ozai froze.

He stared at her as if she had just asked him if he wanted air to breathe. As if she had asked him if he wanted fire in his veins.

The question hit him harder than any blow. It stripped away the Prince, the warrior, leaving only the man.

"Do I want this baby?" he repeated slowly, his voice rough, as if the very words were painful to speak. "Ursa… how can you even ask?"

He sat up straighter, pulling her closer so she was practically in his lap, his arms wrapping around her completely, trapping her in his warmth, in his certainty.

"Look at me," he commanded gently, gripping her chin so she couldn't look away. "You ask me if I want this child? This child that is half you, half me? This child that is made from everything we are?"

His eyes burned with an intensity that was almost frightening.

"I want it more than I wanted the throne," he said fiercely. "I want it more than I wanted power. I have spent my whole life being told what to do, who to be, who to marry. Ilah… Lee… they were duties. They were obligations stamped by my father."

He took her hand and pressed it against his heart again, so she could feel how fast it was beating.

"But this… you… this is the first thing I have ever truly chosen. The first thing I have ever created that is pure. That is mine."

Tears welled up in his eyes again, but he didn't blink them away. He let them fall.

"When you told me… when you put my hand here…" his voice cracked, "I felt alive for the first time. I felt like I wasn't just a weapon anymore. I was going to be a father. To your child."

He looked down at her stomach, his expression softening into something reverent, something holy.

"You ask if I want it? Ursa, I am terrified. I am terrified I won't be good enough. I am terrified the world will be too cruel for something this soft. But want it? Gods… I crave it. I dream about it. I look at you and I see my future. I see everything I ever wanted but never dared to hope for."

He looked back at her, his gaze piercing her soul.

"If you were not carrying my child… if this was just us… I would still love you. I would still burn the world for you. But this… this baby… it is the proof that we exist. That our love is real. That it is strong enough to make life."

He wiped a fresh tear from her cheek with his thumb.

"So yes," he said, every word a vow. "I want this baby. I want it more than anything in this world. I want it so much it hurts. I want it so much I would destroy anyone who tried to take it from us."

Ursa stared at him, her heart pounding against her ribs.

She saw it now. She saw it in the way he looked at her belly, in the way his hands shook slightly, in the raw, naked vulnerability he was showing her.

He wasn't doing this out of duty. He wasn't doing it because he had to.