The doors to the throne room burst open, and in walks Azula. Ozai smirks as Azula stops in front of her father and bows.
"Father." She says, bowing.
"Azula. I have a job that needs to be done. And I need this done correctly."
Azula laughs. "Father. Do you honestly think you need to say that to me? Of cour-"
Ozai suddenly erupts with anger. The flames surrounding his throne skyrocket, clouding the throne room in flame shadows.
"I DON'T CARE. CAN YOU DO IT OR NOT?!"
Azula slowly stands, sort of frightened. She has never seen this side of her father before. But she was a warrior. The future fire lord. She was taught from day one to never show fear. So, she quickly replaces the fear with a smirk.
"Do what, Father?" She asks, almost innocently. Ozai, exasperated, sits back down on his throne.
"I need you to come with me. We're going to destroy the Avatar. I'm going to need you and your friends to distract his friends while I take on the Avatar. Can you do that?"
Azula smiles, already imagining herself as the fire lord. She walks over to her father and holds out her hand. Ozai stands up and walks down the steps in front of his throne. He grips his daughter's hand, and gives her a firm handshake.
"Excellent. We shall strike at midnight tonight."
