Azula watched as his mother carried her older brother in his arms, rocking him slowly as he slept. She clenched her hands into a fist and turned to walk out of the hall. Lighting her doll on fire as her anger grew.
"Azula. What are you doing here?" Ozai called out to her as he entered his wife suite.
"Father," Azula said straightening her posture and hiding the doll behind her. Ozai stared at his daughter and walked over to her.
"Go to your room. You know have lessons in the morning." Ozai told her.
"But I-" Azula started when her mother came out into the small hallway.
"Ozai? Azula?" Ursa said looking at the two of them. She glared at her husband and looked over at Azula and walked over to her. "Azula. Thank you for coming as I asked." Ursa walked over and took her into her arms. "Is something the matter, dear." Ursa looked at Ozai.
"No, nevermind. I will come back in the morning." Ozai said and he turned and left the room.
When he was gone, Ursa looked at Azula and asked, "Why didn't you come inside Azula?"
"Well, you were with Zuko," Azula said.
"Yes, his is still here but he just went to sleep," Ursa said, Azula looked down at her hands that were clutching her mother's robes. "Then why don't you come with me and we shall both take a bath?"
Azula looked up at her mother and slowly nodded his head.
"Alright then, Let's go," Ursa said carrying her daughter into her suite towards her private bath.