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By the time Katara (just barely) made her way back to the servant’s quarters, it was so late that all the other women were fast asleep, having gone to bed hours ago.
With great difficulty, she hobbled over to her cot, and made herself as comfortable as she reasonably could, lying on her front in order to avoid further aggravating the many wounds upon her back.
Her punishment.
She tried to close her eyes, to no avail, the intense pain keeping her from focusing on anything else. It was constant, like an ache, only so much worse... like she was on fire, and had been stung by a swarm of one thousand buzzard wasps. It was everywhere, every inch of her skin, from the base of her neck to where her waist began to flare inward. It was raw and throbbing and burning, agony like nothing she had ever experienced in her life. Oh, she had hurt before, sure, but not like this.
Unable to hold back, she let out a choked sob and clutched her pillow, tears streaming down her cheeks like tiny rivers as she succumbed to the pain, the humiliation she had endured - as if being whipped dozens of times in full view of the court was not awful enough, the Phoenix King himself had stripped her of her tattered robe, leaving her there in just her undergarments, prompting jeers and laughter from the crowd.
At the time, she had been naïve enough to assume that he’d be the one administering her punishment… but then he handed the whip over to Azula.
She almost wished he had been the one to do it.
Though he would have beaten her harder, in all likelihood, at least she could have gone on trying to be Azula’s friend (even after what she had done the day previous), could have gone on thinking that Azula did not want to hurt her but had merely been forced to up until this point.
The illusion that the Phoenix Queen cared for her in any capacity had been shattered right then and there, the look on her face said it all - she’d enjoyed it!
She felt beyond foolish for thinking she could help someone who not only didn’t even want her help but was so disturbed, so vile and unfathomably rotten to the core… so like her father. They deserved eachother, there was no doubt in her mind now. Azula was everything Ozai wanted, a veritable clone of himself, how had she not seen it?
And worst of all, why did finally realizing just who she really was feel like…
...a betrayal?
How could she have been so blind? So stupid!
That night, Katara wept until she could no more.
And then she just laid there, waiting for the sun, sleep’s respite evading her tired and broken body.
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Roughly two weeks had passed since what remained of their group had made their way to the Earth Kingdom capital, Ba Sing Se, in search of allies.
But to Sokka, it seemed mere days, hours even. Everything since the eve of the comet was an almost surreal blur, he could scarcely remember how he’d even gotten here, aboard a rickety, old ship in the middle of the sea, sailing into the seemingly never ending blackness that was the night.
Sometimes, he’d even forget where the ship was headed, or why he was on it in the first place, and then it would all come back to him... red skies, plumes of smoke, and falling ash… then he would make himself forget all over again, forcing from his stress-addled and sleep deprived brain the gruesome images of whatever fates Katara and Zuko may have already met, or would meet, long before he reached them…
Then all of the sudden, he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him jump, and gasp involuntarily.
"Forgive me, I didn’t mean to startle you, son," sounded a familiar voice behind him.
Sokka turned his head to face General Iroh, noting the grim look upon the usually cheery old man’s face.
"It’s alright," he replied, secretly grateful for the distraction.
"You should be resting," Iroh said, simply. "A man needs his rest," he added, suddenly thinking back to the time (not so long ago) he’d told his nephew the same thing, the memory seeming to pierce his heart.
Sokka sighed, and looked out over the ship’s railing into the dark waters once more, wondering where exactly they were and how much longer it would take to get to-
He shook his head, as if to rattle the unpleasant thought away.
"I can’t sleep," he told him, unable to stop picturing his little sister in chains (or worse) and at the mercy of their enemies, cruel laughter ringing in his ears.
Iroh understood of course, it wasn’t as though he himself was able to sleep peacefully, or much at all, given the circumstances.
"You’re going to need your strength for when…" He stopped, considering his words carefully. "...for when we reach the capital city."
"What’s the point? At this rate, we won’t make it until winter."
And though he understood the boy’s frustrations, he was resigned to the fact that the current course of action was the best one. "If we’re to make it there in one piece, we cannot attract any unwanted attention," Iroh began. "Ozai may be a fool but his…" He cleared his throat, not wanting to say the word 'wife' aloud. "...but Azula isn’t. She knows we’re coming, we could encounter Fire Navy ships at any time and when we do, we can’t have them thinking this is anything other than a simple merchant’s vessel."
The boy sighed.
"You’re right."
Silence for a moment.
"But it just feels like we’re powerless," Sokka finally said, facing him again, looking utterly dejected.
"I know," Iroh conceded, indeed knowing all too well what it was to feel powerless to protect a loved one.
Of course, it was more than likely that they were already too late, he had no delusions that Ozai would become sentimental all of the sudden, or that Azula wasn’t in his ear, fully intent on utilizing the most dangerous weapon in any woman’s arsenal, as she’d apparently been doing this entire time.
He was the fool for not seeing it sooner.
Azula certainly had never had any qualms about doing anything and everything she could, no matter how disgusting or reprehensible, to get what she wanted. And what she wanted was power, above all else, and unfortunately for his nephew, he was in the way of that.
Maybe, just maybe, they could at least save Katara… not before they tortured her (and Agni-only-knows what else) but at least she’d be alive… he hoped.
Sokka looked at him expectantly, and it was then he realized he’d been silent just a bit too long.
"We should arrive in a few weeks time," he said, keeping that particular line of thinking to himself, not wanting to trample over and snuff out what little morale was left in the boy.
"Why don’t you join me for a pot of tea?" he suggested, offering a small smile. "A nice calming blend of chamomile and lavender ensures even the most anxious mind a restful sleep."
"Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt…"
"Hey, what’s this I hear about tea?" demanded a third person, whom of course they recognized immediately. "What gives, why wasn’t I invited?"
"It’s not some super secret meeting, Toph, you can come," Sokka told the blind girl, also smiling for the first time in days.
"...she can come, right?" he asked, turning to the general.
"Of course!" Iroh assured. "The only thing better than having tea with a friend is having tea with two friends."
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The kitchen wasn’t anything grand, that was for certain, but it was functional. There was a cook stove and plenty of wood to burn, as well as a surprisingly sturdy table, barrels and crates containing various foodstuffs - mostly rice, pickled fish, and root vegetables but also a few luxuries such as tea leaves and honey - serving as seating.
Iroh, of course, had brought his own teakettle, and was adept at preparing tea in an environment such as their current one, for he was more than accustomed to being at sea and with less than ideal accommodations, to boot.
"So, what were you guys doing up so late?" Toph inquired, getting straight to the point as always, as Iroh poured his signature calming brew into the warped and dented tin cups, carefully.
"I could ask you the same question," Sokka replied, wrapping his hands around the cup and inhaling the, admittedly very pleasant, aroma.
The earthbender huffed in amusement. "I hear everything, remember? Even the rats sound like a herd of komodo rhinos to me, now imagine what the two of you sound like."
"Ah, right…" He chuckled, nervously. "Sorry, I couldn’t sleep."
"Yeah well, welcome to the club," Toph quipped, reaching for her cup, sloshing the liquid around and blowing cool air into it, before taking a small sip.
"Not bad," she commented. "Don’t we have any ale though?"
Iroh laughed a little, moving to sit down atop a rather hard and uncomfortable crate.
"I’m afraid not," he answered.
"Bummer… hey, is it just me or is this stupid boat going as slow as humanly possible?" she complained.
"No, it definitely is," Sokka agreed.
Iroh sighed. Young people were so impatient…
"We’ll be entering Fire Nation waters in less than a day, if the weather holds up," he told them. "There, we’ll be at our most vulnerable. I’m certain the new queen will have half the navy looking for us, so as I have already said to Sokka, we shouldn’t attract any attention to ourselves. Even now, a Fire Navy ship could happen upon us, and it’s imperative they don’t ask questions. I would guess that an unknown vessel traveling at a much higher speed than is necessary would be a cause for concern, wouldn’t you?"
"Yeah, alright, you’ve got a point," the earthbender replied, seeming to accept his rather convoluted explanation. "So what’s the plan for when we actually get there?" she asked.
"I don’t think this is the best time to-"
Sokka cut him off. "Uh, no offense, Mister General but when exactly is the best time to talk about this?"
"Not like we’ve got anything better to do…" Toph grumbled.
Iroh sighed again, exasperated. "Very well," he relented, supposing it wasn’t the worst idea and besides, it was probably better they had at least somewhat of an understanding of what would be happening.
"Our first obstacle will be the Great Gates of-"
"Azulon," Sokka interrupted him for the second time. "Yeah, we know. We kind of, uh… invaded the Fire Nation before. Back when there was that solar eclipse."
Iroh blinked in surprise. "Uh... oh… oh, well in that case..." he stammered. Perhaps they were more intelligent, and more of strategists than he gave them credit for...
"So we knock some firebender heads, right?!" Toph exclaimed, suddenly making Iroh re-think the fact that they knew what they were doing.
"Not exactly…" he began, drinking down a portion of his tea, which was now the perfect temperature, before elaborating. "If we take that approach, they will be warned long before we ever reach the palace, and Azula will have already planned an escape route, and informed her agents of what to do in the event of an emergency… not to mention we’ll have the standing army, and the imperial firebenders to contend with."
"Okay, okay, point taken," Toph replied, not so secretly disappointed that she would not, in fact, get to knock any firebender heads.
"We can’t let anyone know we’re coming," Iroh continued. "The plan is to disguise ourselves as merchants, and go through the usual customs process."
"Customs?" Sokka questioned, having never heard of such a thing.
"Yes, the customs agents on duty will want to perform a search of the vessel, and they’ll require documentation. Passports, identification, and so forth. So-"
"Uhh, we don’t have any of that stuff though," Sokka interrupted for the third time. "Also won’t they like… recognize you?"
"Let him talk, you idiot!" Toph scolded.
"Yes, I was getting to that, if you please," Iroh said, trying to keep his voice level. Agni, he’d almost forgotten what dealing with teenagers was like.
"Luckily, I know where to obtain all the necessary documents - and a proper disguise! Now once we dock, it should be relatively simple to make our way into the city. Toph and I will target the capital prison, where I was kept after being captured by Azula. It’s likely that Katara is being held there, perhaps Zuko, too," he said, hoping beyond hope that that was true.
"Okay so then comes the part where I get to knock some firebender heads, right? Once we get to the prison?" Toph asked, eagerly.
"Correct. And after that, we make our way into the royal palace." He smiled. "Let’s just say I know a secret passageway or two."
"Yeah! Then while the fire-chicken king is balls deep in-"
This time, it was Iroh who interrupted. "Please, for the love of Agni, don’t say what I know you’re going to say."
"Okay, okay sorry," Toph said, not at all sorry.
An awkward moment of silence passed before Sokka asked "So then what happens?"
"Then…. they get what’s coming to them. And believe me, it’s been a long time coming."
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Without knowing how she’d gotten there, Azula found herself in the courtyard, at what appeared to be dusk.
Her father was standing in front of her, looming over her with a strange look… and his eyes were red for some reason?
Father, she tried to say, but the word wouldn’t come out.
"Will you be a good girl for me, Azula?" he asked, and his smile grew wide, revealing pointed and yellowing teeth.
And all of the sudden, she realized they were surrounded… by guards, by her own Dai Li agents, and others, many others whom she did not recognize.
She felt afraid.
She tried to scream.
"Be quiet, be a good girl," he snarled, tearing open her robe and exposing her to the crowd.
She tried to fight him, tried to cover herself... but her arms felt like pudding, limp and useless. She tried to scream again... but she couldn’t. She started to cry.
"No… no… no…" she pleaded, over and over and again, her voice merely a whisper.
Then everything crumbled around her, the scenery smoldering into ash and dust and fading away, revealing a room… that room.
Her husband forced her onto her back.
But this time she could scream, and scream she did… only she heard laughter, nothing but laughter as she cried out in her agony, and her father advanced on her, his weight pinning her down.
"This is where you belong, beneath me," he declared, his eyes glowing red like hot coals. "You’re my little girl," he said, thrusting inside of her unwilling body as the crowd grew louder, laughing and jeering, mocking her as she cried and begged - "No! No! Please! No! Please, stop!"
And another voice said "He’ll never stop."
Azula turned her head to see…. Katara!
"No… no…. no... no…" she repeated, and Daddy told her "Be quiet, be a good girl. Shut up, stop screaming… stop fighting me… you like this, Azula, I know you like this."
And she saw blood where their bodies met, trickling down onto the marble.
"Noooooo!" she wailed, as he shoved himself inside of her, uncaring.
She saw other faces in the crowd, her mother, nodding in disapproval. "I always knew there was something wrong with you," she scoffed, her disgust evident.
Zuko, the Avatar…
"S-Stop" she pleaded.
And her father laughed along with the others. "You’re mine forever…"
"...mine."
Azula awoke with a start, gasping for air like a fish out of water, her face and neck drenched in sweat. It took a good long moment for her to realize where she was - safe, in her bed - and that she’d only been dreaming.
It was just a dream, just a stupid dream.
She climbed out of bed, cautious of waking her father, who was apparently sound asleep beside her, judging by his snoring.
Making her way to the attached washroom, she untied her sweat-dampened sleeping robe, peeling the silky fabric from her body and letting it fall to the floor.
Nude, she reached for a clean washrag from the stack nearest the lavish, porcelain basin which was filled nearly to the brim with cool water. Rose petals and cherry blossom oil had also been added, as per her request, lest she have the need to prepare herself for a late-night tryst.
After wetting the cloth sufficiently, she cleansed her face first, gently scrubbing away the film of sweat. Then she moved to her neck, and lastly, over her bare breasts, sighing lightly with content as she felt herself begin to relax, breathing in the pleasing scent as it washed over her like a gentle breeze.
It wasn’t the first time she’d had an unpleasant dream, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last.
All she could do now was to try and forget it, so that she could return to bed and take full advantage of whatever nighttime still remained - no doubt she would need her sleep for whatever it was tomorrow had in store for her.
You were back in that room again, her subconscious nagged.
And suddenly, an odd sense of melancholy cut through her ordinarily foolproof routine, making her recall what had happened all too vividly.
She felt her chest tighten, her heart race.
Her stomach twinged, forcing her to hold her breath.
In desperation, she splashed some water on her face, the cold shocking her system, forcing her to exhale.
Daddy loved her, he would never hurt her again - he promised!
It was only a dream, dreams didn’t mean anything. Ascribing meaning to them was simply not logical, she decided, not when she thought back to all of the downright bizarre ones she’d had over the years, including a recurring one in which she would ride a dragon over a field of giant mushrooms…
People like Ty Lee, or her uncle, believed these things were of consequence.
Not people like her.
Satisfied with her rationalization, she patted herself dry with a soft towel, then resolved to head back to bed.
"What were you doing, Azula?" demanded the harsh voice of her husband and father, making her jump.
"N-Nothing, I was just..." she sputtered, a bit taken aback at her inability to say something that would suffice.
She couldn’t tell him about this, he hadn’t the patience for such weakness, least of all when one considered what had happened since they had returned from their trip… and what had happened during their trip.
When she noticed him looking her naked body up and down though, she knew exactly what to do.
Changing her demeanor entirely, she cut her eyes at him and sauntered over toward the bed.
"I’m afraid I couldn’t sleep," she purred, still-developing hips swaying as she approached, her lashes fluttering oh-so-seductively.
She was not ashamed to admit the man in her bed was a most welcome sight - and best of all, he was all hers! Her heart fluttered as she took in his muscular chest and broad shoulders, the trail of neatly groomed hair starting from his navel and going all the way down, until it met the edge of the sheet... which was thin and left little to the imagination, already she could spy a large bulge beneath it.
"And why is that, my dearest wife?" asked the Phoenix King, practically salivating.
They should have been married a long time ago if this was the result, Ozai noted with some amusement. Yes, Azula had always been eager to please him, had always been receptive of his attentions, right from the very first night they’d lain together. Wedded life, however, was another matter entirely - she was insatiable!
Sometimes, he feared that within the next couple of years, he’d no longer be able to keep up (not that he’d ever admit such a thing!).
Ozai smiled and moved to sit up, tossing the sheets aside and revealing his bare form in all of its glory as his daughter climbed on top of the bed, and on top of him, settling in his lap. "Insatiable little minx, aren’t you?" he spoke low into her ear, his hands moving to her waist. His hips jutted forward, making her gasp. Laughing, he ground his growing erection against her heated sex, almost penetrating her but not quite.
Azula moaned and gripped his shoulders, bracing herself.
Reaching for her chest now, he went in for a kiss, his mouth swallowing the little sounds of pleasure his wife made as he played with her tits, squeezing them, pinching her nipples.
His tongue parted her lips, questing until it met hers, kissing her deeply.
Once he’d had his fill, he broke their kiss with a bite, catching her lower lip between his teeth, making his daughter groan with what very well could have been pleasure.
"Mm, you smell so fucking good..." he growled, his mouth moving to her breasts now, sloppy kisses and licks decorating her perfect skin with his saliva, careful to avoid her nipples. As he kissed around them, in turn, they puckered and became erect.
"You know why I couldn’t sleep, don’t you, Daddy?" she asked, those cute little nubs begging for his mouth, and before he could even answer she hissed "I just kept thinking about you pounding my pussy so fucking hard!"
Ozai felt his body react to her immediately (how did she always know the right thing to say?!). His cock twitched as the blood rushed to it, and he was standing at full attention in what felt like half a second.
"Ah well, what a terrible husband I would be if I didn’t fulfill my marital duties straight away…" He reached down in between her legs, and she spread them open without having to be told. Sliding a finger over her already wet slit, he gasped in mock surprise. "Oh my poor little wife, how careless of me not to satisfy you before bed…"
He snaked his tongue over his daughter’s left nipple, giving it a vigorous lashing, and she whimpered and squirmed around in his lap, bucking against the fingers that were teasing her pussy.
"Please!" Azula cried. "Daddy! Please!"
And he just couldn’t resist. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, and moved his fingers up and down, gathering up the moisture he needed, then plunged two inside of her, albeit with a bit of difficulty - even sufficiently aroused, she was so, so tight. Her pussy contacted, greedily sucking him in as he fucked her with his fingers and suckled her tit, grazing the nipple with his teeth.
He then attended to her neglected right breast, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak, stopping here or there to kiss it, several times, feeling her shiver with need. Then finally, he wrapped his lips around her sweet nipple and sucked, hard, delighting in the desperate, needy sounds he forced from her as he did so.
Soon enough though, Ozai grew tired of the foreplay, and wanted to move onto the main event.
He let her tit go, then withdrew his hand, and predictably, Azula whined in protest.
"Behave, now," he growled, taking hold of her wrists and pushing her onto her back with ease, her much smaller body trapped beneath his, helpless… just how he liked it.
Pinning her wrists down at either side of her head, he then told her "Behave and Daddy’s going to fuck you until you scream, Azula." Smirking, he looked down at her, watching her spread her legs apart, beckoning him. Her pussy was soaked, he could tell even in the faint candlelight, her pink folds glistening with wetness. And without having to even ask her to do so, Azula did what he wanted.
"Daddy, please!" she begged. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"Such a slut for my cock," he crooned, lining himself up properly, the head of his penis prodding her slick heat, making him shudder in anticipation. His mates were right about one thing, he certainly was a lucky man… not that he didn’t deserve such a prize though, of course he did!
And without further delay, Ozai thrust inside the all too willing girl underneath him, the warmth and tightness enveloping his cock as he slid all the way in, slowly, savoring the experience.
"Ungh-uuuhhh!" Azula moaned, angling her pelvis upward and forcing her legs apart as far as they would go. "Daddy…" she whispered, rocking her hips, accepting his full length. Or rather, as much of it as would possibly fit. "....ngh-ah!"
"Mmm, Princess..." he hummed, beginning to move along with her, picking up speed. She felt heavenly, even more so than usual… it was all the stress, he supposed, what with everything that had happened with the water bitch and his useless son.
Feeling a twinge of anger, he ground his frustrations into his daughter’s body, fucking her harder, faster, her labored panting turning to full-bodied moans, making the candles surrounding the bed flare up, their flames changing from orange to blue.
Ozai watched with abject fascination as Azula’s breasts bounced, almost rhythmically, watched her expression morph into one of immense pleasure as she lost control of the muscles in her face, her mouth forming a surprised 'o' when his cock bumped her cervix.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed. "Daddy, it feels s-so good!"
And though the Phoenix King was inclined to agree with his queen, he wanted more.
He let her wrists go, instead grabbing onto the backs of her knees, lifting and pushing her legs with little difficulty, though she did let out a yelp. He knew it was nothing she couldn’t handle, so he kept going until her ankles were pressed against the bed, level with her ears.
"That’s better" Ozai grunted, pounding into her now, making her squeal.
This was even better than before, he was able to force himself further inside of her, and not only that, Azula was completely at his mercy - she could hardly move, or breathe even, all she really could do was lie back and take his cock.
"Agh-haaaaAAaaah!" she shrieked, and he felt her pussy clench, watched her eyes glaze over, her mind focused on nothing save for the pleasure he was giving her... she felt so good, too, so hot and wet and tight around him. Already he felt close to cumming.
"Gods, I wish I could live inside your cunt, Azula," he growled, plowing into her without a care in the world as she cried out loudly. "I wish I never had to leave our bed, and my cock was deep inside my perfect little daughter’s perfect little cunt all day, and all night."
It wasn’t the romantic declaration she usually craved, no, but in that moment, it was exactly what Azula wanted to hear. "Yes! Yes! Yesssss!" She felt her whole body tense up, felt the warmth blossoming, growing hotter and hotter with every thrust of Daddy’s huge cock, their close contact even managing to stimulate her clitoris... the warmth spread there, too, the pressure building until it came to a head, and exploded with a force that took her breath away.
"Daaaadddyyy!"
Ozai felt it right away of course, her impossibly tight inner walls contracting wildly and her entire body trembling as she came undone beneath him, those beautiful golden eyes rolling back into her head. He followed suit not long after that, his daughter’s name escaping from his lips with a hoarse groan as he came, filling her up with his seed.
"Fuck, that was so good…" Still hard, he pushed inside as far as he could, likely causing some discomfort, ensuring the fluids didn’t leak out onto the bedspread straight away, hopeful as ever that his efforts would result in the birth of their heir. If she wasn’t already pregnant (which was indeed a possibility) she would be by morning.
"W-What are you doing, Daddy?" Azula managed, seemingly breathless, slowly coming down from the high of her intense orgasm.
He laughed a little. "Daddy’s making sure he puts his baby inside you this time," he declared, starting to move again, gently, almost methodically.
Then, finally, he pulled out and let her legs go.
Azula sighed with relief, her lower body flopping down onto the bed rather unceremoniously.
With a small smile, Ozai dragged the back of his hand along her flushed cheek, finding it warm to the touch. "Well, how was that?" he purred, locking eyes with her.
"It was amazing, Daddy," she replied, in total honesty, having forgotten her worries entirely… at least for the time being.
"Spread your legs, Princess, show me that pretty little cunt," he demanded.
And she did just that, giving him a full view of her swollen, pink pussy, and his cum dripping out of her, soiling the silks below.
"Beautiful," he marveled, dipping a finger in, making her wince slightly.
Still trying to catch her breath, Azula just laid there, limp, as her father’s fingers explored her most intimate parts. As she was so oversensitized, and not to mention sore, it hurt a little but she did not utter a single complaint.
Instead she told him “I want a baby, Daddy. I want your baby."
Practically grinning from ear to ear, Ozai withdrew his fingers, wiping them on the sheet as discreetly as possible.
"Just one?” he asked playfully, even though she had no choice in the matter. She’d bear as many children as he desired… however many that may be, he wasn’t sure yet.
"Of course not," Azula answered, dutifully. "I want lots and lots of babies, Daddy! It’s like you said before, an heir and a spare won’t do, we’re building a dynasty!"
The Phoenix King let out a hearty laugh, a rare sound in these trying times. Truly, Azula was the perfect wife, the perfect queen.
"How right you are, my daughter," he concurred, looking over her naked body, imagining how her breasts and belly would swell as their child grew inside of her, the ultimate proof of the validity of their union, staring everyone right in the face. No union was complete, really, without children, especially not one such as theirs.
He kissed her forehead.
"Well, I don’t know about you but I’d like a bath," he said, already beginning to experience a faint soreness throughout his arms and legs, and his lower back… he wasn’t getting any younger!
Azula smiled up at him.
"That sounds lovely. I’ll ring for a servant."
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Even in the middle of the night, it didn’t take long at all for Ming, who was probably the most competent and efficient of all the palace servants if she did say so herself, to prepare the bath to her queen’s specifications.
Tell your servants to quit putting all this shit in the water, only faggots want to smell like flowers! Daddy had said a few nights ago, and Azula received the message loud and clear, and was sure to pass it along.
So tonight, it was just water. Nothing else. Daddy liked her to smell like flowers of course, which was why she always wore perfumes and oils, and why her maidservants added jasmine, peonies, roses, and all manner of other wonderful smelling things to her baths and wash basins. Lately she’d even taken to shampooing her hair with a special mixture containing sandalwood and something called vanilla, imported from some island, and Daddy seemed to really like that.
Still, she understood why a man would want himself to smell like… well, manly things. Whatever those were.
Sighing contentedly, Azula leaned back and closed her eyes, focusing in on the exquisitely warm water and letting the tension in her shoulders and neck go, allowing herself to relax fully.
"Well, Daddy? Aren’t you going to join me?"
"Patience, My Dear."
Azula turned her head to sneak a peek of her husband, who was still without a stitch of clothing, and regrettably, facing away from her. Though she had to admit his backside was nice, too, it reminded her of one of those marble sculptures.
Then, she heard a pop! and realized he’d just uncorked a bottle of wine.
She laughed. "I didn’t know you had a secret stash in here, Daddy."
"I have a secret stash in every room, Azula, that’s how I’ve managed not to go insane these past few years." He took a large swig of the dark-colored wine, then began to approach the tub, not missing the fact that his wife’s gaze flickered downward before settling on his face. "No one ever tells you just how much bullshit comes with this job, all the pointless council meetings and piles of paperwork, plus the fact that you’re surrounded by idiots who do nothing but complain and make stupid requests," he further explained, as she listened intently.
Azula loved when her daddy shared things like this with her, confided in her. It cemented her belief that she was different from the other (likely many, though she preferred not to think about that) women who’d shared his bed over the years, surely he wouldn’t confide in a shallow social climber… or a whore. And most certainly not her so-called mother, he never loved her, he’d even said as much.
"Ahhh…." he vocalized, expressing his approval of the temperature as he too climbed into the tub.
"I just hope the water bitch has learned her lesson," he said, seemingly out of nowhere, before downing quite a bit more wine in one go. "I have enough to deal with as is, I don’t need her causing any more trouble. Are you sure you hit her hard enough?"
"As sure as I can ever be," she answered, trying to keep her voice as level as possible, willing herself not to think about the way she had screamed… she could only hope she’d hit her hard enough, one more slip up and it was out of her hands.
Just like Zuzu, the voice in her head chided.
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" her father demanded, his tone lacking in any humor or playfulness whatsoever.
Desperate to say the right thing, her mind scrambled for a proper response.
"I mean…" she began, nearly tripping over her words, the realization that this entire situation was eerily familiar suddenly dawning on her.
She laughed nervously, trying to push the thought away, wanting to believe more than anything in this world that he’d never again hurt her in that way… that he loved her, that she was his special little girl and always would be, no matter how angry she made him, or how badly she managed to screw something up.
He loved her, he had to… he had to…
"Yes?" Ozai questioned, unable to stop himself from staring at the nice pair of wet tits in his direct line of sight, almost forgetting what they’d even been talking about in the first place.
"I mean, you can only beat a slave so hard, and so many times, before they start to get numb to the pain. I’ll do it again in a few days if it doesn’t look like her attitude has changed, it’ll hurt good if you wait until the wounds are starting to heal, you taught me that," she explained, what appeared to Ozai, effortlessly.
"That’s my girl," he said, his pride evident, making her let out an inaudible sigh of relief.
And it was then she noticed what he was looking at.
Smirking, she inched closer and straightened her back, giving him a better view.
Thank the spirits he was so easily distracted…
"Well, aren’t you going to share?" She gestured toward the wine bottle. It was time she forgot all about her brother, her disobedient slave… what had happened that morning in the beach house...
It was over and done with, and all that mattered now was Daddy, and whatever it was the future held for them.
Nothing was going to stand in the way of them being together.
Nothing.
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