Azulon watched the way she moved, the way she reacted to Ozai's touch. So delicate, yet so strong and stubborn. Even though it had been almost a year, Ursa hadn't given up on her beliefs. She still was cold to everyone, apart from Iroh. The two had developed a strong friendly bond, as Ursa confessed her problems and feelings to Ozai's elder brother. At some point, the elderly Fire Lord could see his wife in Ursa. Ilah was as strong and stubborn, but at the same time, she had no physical strength to defend herself, and like his daughter-in-law, she was a non-bender. Many times, he sat down and considered the past. He was 35 when he married Ilah. She was 18 by the time. It was an arranged marriage, but over the years, the two of them developed respect and care for one another, even though love never really occurred. When she died, Azulon became more cruel and cold, than he already was, as he had no other joy in life. Ilah died in Ozai's birth and that made Azulon and Ozai's relationship cold, distant and careless.
Ursa on the other hand was mainly respectful to her father-in-law, if nothing more. She was afraid to talk back to him, or act up to anything he was doing, like she did with Ozai. With her new husband, she was now less respectful and a lot more cold and distant, making clear her feelings for him were anything but love. She was quiet when he spoke and she responded casually, with a yes or no, or with a short, contained answer. Usually, she was looking on the floor, not daring to raise her head and look up at the Fire Lord straight in the eyes. Those golden, shining with evil and hate eyes. They just made her shiver.
Lately, however, Azulon was having weird mixed feelings whenever he was around Ursa. Something about her shyness and strength fascinated him, and made him want to see more. Perhaps even more than a man could get from his daughter-in-law legally. Various thoughts were running through his mind. Some inappropriate.
He sat on his throne, his hands under his chin and his eyes scanning around the empty dark room. His urges were growing and his own body was pushing him against his beliefs to do something he knew he'd regret later. Ursa was his daughter-in-law, not a sex toy. Or…maybe she could be for a night. If he threatened her, she'd keep it to herself. No, no! That was entirely wrong. She was a child still. So innocent and all. In addition, she had a husband, his own son.
There was an argue within his head, of what was right. A part of him was saying this was entirely wrong. Another part was giving in to his body urges. Every time he saw her, he felt his body stiffen, his jaw tighten and his hands sweat up from the hard attempts to keep himself calm and formal, as a proper Fire Lord had to be. But, it was too much. The way her eyes shined under the morning sun. The way her beautiful brown hair fell in her face. The way her body twirled around in the ballroom, as she danced with Ozai, during the fests. Many times he had an urge of raising a hand and touch her, see if she's real, but he was afraid he'd fade away before he had even manage to get a small taste of her.
The elderly Fire Lord rubbed his temples annoyed and clenched his eyes shut for a second, in an attempt to clear his thought. But it was hopeless. The more he tried, the most he felt an urge. His hands left his temples and fell on his lap. He felt his body stiffen again. He bit his lip, as he felt himself engorge under the red silk of his robes and underwear. All of this thinking had gone too far this time. He glanced around the dark room, his trembling fingers slowly approaching the fabric of his robes and slipping in. He sucked in a breath, as he let his imagination travel. He wonders what it would be like being touched by her hands. Those small delicate fingers. He groaned frustrated. The battle within his own body continued. He had to do it. Even though it was indeed wrong. Otherwise, he would lose his mind.
