Ursa rolled over in her sleep, she had only gone to bed a few hours ago and thought she would get a full night's rest, but fate had other plans today. On the left side of her was her daughter who was moving in her sleep. The girl seemed to be in some type of dream like distress and was tossing and turning. Her hair was out of the tight bun it had been in when she first laid down and was now spread out in her pillow. The girls sleeping robe was pulled open and she was covered in sweat.
"Please not another nightmare,"
Ursa got out of bed and went to open a window. Their bed room over looked the ocean in their sea side Ember island home. When she pulled the window open a cool breeze came into the room and blew her curtains and robe around.
She looked over at Azula who was still tossing, but had stopped sweating. The girl didn't seem clam at all with her arms now tingled in the sheets.
"Another sleepless night,"
Ursa moved from the window and sat next Azula. She moved her pillow and sat up with her back to the head broad. Sleep lately had been a thing of the past. Azula was hard to take care of some times and even harder to control at other times. From her constant need to be in control, to her need to be emotionally grounded. It all made Ursa's job very hard, but at the same time very fun and provocative.
Most days Azula was simple and clam. The girl would eat dinner with her and they would talk about clothes and the newest play in town. She would take Azula and they would go on shopping spares and talk about how cute the local boys were and if Azula should talk to one of them. On those days she could get Azula to write her brother letters and wish him well. She could get the girl to write her father and tell him to have faith that one day he could get out. At night they would tell stories of past love and memories they held dear to them. Azula would go to her own room and sleep through the night. The girl was so pure and innocent on those days.
But like the clam before the storm, she had a darker side. One rare days Azula would turn into a different person. She was still the mean and spoiled princess, but it was like Ursa had met a different person. Azula would be mean and nasty to any person she saw fit and their was no stopping her. She would let Ursa take her places, but the way she acted was far from lady like. Azula would start small fires and blame other people. She would buy things but act so rude to the shop keepers they never wanted to help her. The girl would also hit on the local women and expect Ursa to do it with her. Their nights were ones Ursa would never forget. Azula would go straight to bed and Ursa would do the same.
But wild Azula was not one to sleep. About a hour after saying they were going to bed Azula would come her room and the night would become a place for lust and animal instinct. Azula held no mercy for Ursa and would often mark her as her own. Bite marks on her thighs and neck not uncommon. Bruises on her hips, something she was use to. Burn marks from where Azula fingers got to heated was something to look forward too.
Ursa looked down at the girl whose head was now in her lap sleeping still and clam as ever, she saw her future and her past. Azula was hard to take care of and even harder ti handle, but Ursa had a good time doing it no matter what. She knew she was the only one would could clam the girl. Plus, she was the only person who knew the real Azula and was not afraid of the girl.