A/N: So I recently got caught up again in ATLA, particularly Ozai and Ursa's story, and just couldn't resist writing this two (maybe three) chapter Urzai. I think it puts a little light on the fact that Ozai isn't just a heartless, sadistic man. Exposes his loving side. Mostly plotless, I think. Enjoy. *Warning* This story is for mature audiences only and should be treated accordingly
A strange woman ground and gyrated against Ozai's hips.
He was distracted to say the least. Distracted, when this should be the absolute greatest time in his career. His nation was dominant, his military strategies absolutely perfect, even when the others think they're one step ahead of him, they're always two behind. Their uprising on the eclipse couldn't have gone better, and Zuko was out of the picture. Just he and his beloved daughter again.
Except, here was this woman. It wasn't right. It was his woman. It wasn't her. No one would ever be her, no matter how hard any night walker tried, they'd never, ever compare to his beautiful Fire Lily, whom he missed dearly.
This woman tried eagerly to please him, her naked body, even though outstandingly beautiful, wasn't the body that was supposed to be on top of him. In fact, the position wasn't right. He was supposed to be dominant, but this evening, he didn't care. It wasn't what it was supposed to be, and the woman grinding against his almost bare body started to purely agitate him. Finally, when she attempted to grab his thin beard to kiss him, he turned his head away and pushed her off of him. She shrieked in surprise.
"But- my Lord, what could possibly be the matter? Was I not pleasing enough for you? Shall I do something more adventurous? I can utilate my mouth, you know," the woman tried much to eagerly to try to please him some way. She knew that it would never work, and he knew that she knew. Ozai pulled on his long night robe.
"Out," he ordered.
"But-"
"OUT!" he commanded, his agitated voice echoing through his royal chambers and possibly throughout the hallways on the other side of the doors. He pointed straight for the massive double doors where a guard stood, holding it open for her. A shot of fire flew from his hand in rage when he pointed. Frightened, the woman gathered her robes and ran out of the open door as swiftly as she could, not worried she wouldn't be paid tonight.
He stood there in rage and frustration. He couldn't stand it anymore; he couldn't stand the order his late father had made him uphold. Ozai may be bitter, sadistic and even possibly evil, but he loved his family. He loved Azula, and in a way he loved Zuko. But they were only his children, and though his love for them (though it varied between each other) was strong, the connection he always had for Ursa, his beautiful Fire Lily, never compared to anyone.
In a way, he felt great pain he had caused her pain by forcing her to marry him, but, once again, that was mostly by his fathers' hand. He would have been content to marry anyone to merely produce an heir, but learning of Ursa's heritage and the prophecy possibly could have adjusted his thinking.
He needed her, craved her, merely wanted her. And, as you know...
The Fire Lord always gets what he wants.
Ozai would not go the rest of the night without his beloved Ursa. His attention quickly snapped to the guard that stood at attention by the door.
"Send someone to Hira'a and collect my wife this instant. If she is not in my room by the end of the night, chaos will erupt," his command bounced through the guards' brain, and before he even finished talking, the guard was sprinting down the corridor to tell the proper people the message. Within a quarter of an hour, it starting at midnight, a ship was off to collect the Fire Lady from her home island of Hira'a.
Ursa, having not been seen by any of the royal guard, or even regarded as royal, for the two years or so, had changed in that time. Stress lines were etched into her forehead and around her lips. Her gorgeous, flawless black hair had been vaguely streaked and specked with a gray hair here and there.
Since her return to Hira'a, without her dearest Ikem, and her parents having been long since deceased, she was absolutely alone. She felt hallow 99 percent of the time, devoting her time to her medicines. The people of Hira'a, aside from the older citizens who had known her before her royalty, considered her a widowed witch. Children stayed away from her, scared to venture to her home in fear she would curse them. This hurt her greatly; Ursa missed her children, and wished for nothing more than to have others laughing and playing around her once more.
That evening, Ursa almost asleep, hears the urgent knocking on the door. Awoken, and a little disoriented, she makes her way to her feet, slides her robe on over her exposed body and closes it. Opening the door, the figure of a royal guard on her porch was such a surprise she was greatly taken aback by it, almost to the point of being totally speechless.
"...What.. What can I do for you, sir?" she asked in a quiet, gentle, though quivering voice. The guard had a rolled up note held in his hand, and he spoke urgently.
"The Fire Lord requests your audience immediately. He wishes you to be back in the palace tonight, my lady." She hadn't been regarded that way in a long time, and that alone struck fear into her heart. However, the fact that her husband, her husband who had banished her, wanted to see her, awoke a fear so deep in her belly she thought she may just vomit. She took a steadying step back.
"My lady.. We don't have a lot of time. Please, let me escort you back to the ship," he offered his hand. She looked at him, her vision foggy.
"Can I at least pack first?" she asked.
"No madam, please come," he quickly tried to order, however knowing he couldn't actually order the Fire Lady around. With a small, fretful sigh, she reluctantly takes his hand and he escorts her swiftly back to the large vessel. The minute their feet stepped onto the steel deck of the ship, a voice cried out some unintelligent words and smoke rose from smoke stacks, the vessel launching back out to sea with nauseating speed. Ursa, wanting to get out of the cold wind, was escorted to a private cabin.
Being alone, in closed quarters, feeling like a prisoner, wasn't helping Ursa in the least. Her face took on a ghostly pallor, the fear that she was being rushed so suddenly to the Royal Palace on a whim of Ozai's was... indescribable. The thought he possibly wants her dead, the real reason absolutely unknown to her, left her feeling sick.
The rocking of the boat, the fear, being disoriented for sudden sleep interrupted... It was too much, her body couldn't handle it. Quickly, she opens a window and wretches into the ocean. Once the contents of her stomach had been totally expelled, she made her way to the bed, crawled onto it, and half fainted, half fell asleep, descending into blackness.
