The Union | By : Greyson Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality > Het- Male/Female Views: 8126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The Union
It was the only way to make the people feel safe and for her to stay alive.
Adult+ M/F, Violence, Language, SH, WIP
Author’s Notes
Yes, it is short, but I need feedback. I promise the chapters will lengthen.
~One
Loud cursing and smoke filled the kitchen area in the modest home of the newest married couple in Nei-chan valley. It was not something that would cause alarm to the man waiting to eat his meal. She always burned his food. Why she insisted on cooking for him was a mystery. He did not see it as something to keep her alive. It could possibly work against her if he never ate. The twenty something bender sighed and stared at his empty plate for the second time this week.
The former fire nation princess walked from the kitchen with the pot of food in her hand. She had no idea how the servants in her father’s palace ever made anything; she had no time to watch it cook. There was so much to do and she did not have servants to direct. Aang expected these things done and she was just one woman. She almost wished for death. This was the second time she had burned his meal and she knew he was upset about it.
It was as if he wanted her to fail by giving her so much to do while he was out saving the poor defenseless people from tyranny. If they were always in trouble he should just get rid of them because they were not good for anything else but causing him grief. This unpredictable schedule caused his burned dinner. She was not a mind reader. She had no idea when he would return home.
Azula moved closer to him, and Aang moved his body slightly to the left. She dumped the contents of the pot on his plate and then backed away. He stared at it for a long while as if waiting for it to jump up and start fighting with him. She watched him pick up a spoon and moved the burned fish around the plate as if that would make it look better. Anger welled inside her body.
Aang lifted his head and stared at his wife. She had soot on her right cheek; her hair was in a messy ponytail that was not quite center, and her clothing reeked of something that he could not place but it was not the fish. He turned from his inspection and set the spoon back on the table.
“Are you going to Ming’s for dinner then?”
Aang placed his hands on the table getting ready to stand. “At least I can make out what I am eating.”
Azula smiled sweetly at her husband. “At least she knows when you will arrive and will dress accordingly. Please be sure to tell me if you enjoy her company as well as the meal. She tells everyone she sees that you come to her home for dinner.”
The fire bender backed away as Aang stood and faced her. “I just want eat Azula. That is all I want.”
“It would be easier to keep my head if you said no to the hundreds of people who request your presence for things that they could solve themselves. How am I to know when you are returning if I do not know when you leave or what you are doing. I have SO much to do here and so little help to complete it.”
“You are no longer a princess. You will work like everyone else for your happiness. It will not be handed to you.”
The sweet smile she wore on her face began to fade. “The word happiness and work do not belong in the same sentence. I have worked all my life for happiness and I never received it. One does not get the other.”
The annoyed Airbender moved closer to his enraged wife and stared down into her dark eyes. “You worked for evil and evil never gets what it wants. If want to keep your head then you need to work harder.”
The smell of burning steel filled the room as the pot in her hands began to melt. This was an everyday occurrence in their home. It was as natural as the sun rising to hear them fighting.
Azula turned away from him hitting him in the face with her chaotic ponytail. She threw the pot against the wall and watched it slide down instead of shatter, as she wanted. The door slammed and she knew he was gone to have dinner with Ming. Everyone in the village would know about their latest disagreement.
She knew what Ming wanted and she would gladly give her the Avatar if she had not began her campaign to get her executed. If she still had her title, Ming would be a stain on her shoe by now.
The disgruntled wife walked over to the destroyed pot and picked it up. A small smile began to form on her dirty face as she stared at the warped metal. She would just have to work harder to achieve her happiness just as the Avatar said.
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