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Azulon
Azulon and Meiji, the Pretender to the Throne for the former's first forty-four years of rule, had never seen eye to eye. Although they had fought on the same side, Meiji had a tendency to disregard Azulon's orders.
"Meiji, you will take the left side."
"Keep you the left side. I shall fight on the right side."
"Why do you cross me so?"
"I do not cross you but I will do so."
Despite Meiji's disregarding of the Fire Lord's orders, they never knew defeat so Azulon saw no real reason to punish him.
It was the thirty-sixth year of Azulon's reign. Meiji had been writing in his study when word broke out that a fire had begun in the capital. The fire had begun in shops where flammable goods were stored and the night had been windy, causing the flames to spread rapidly. The fire claimed three districts of the capital, one of which was the home of the House of Mongkut.
The next day, Meiji stood before Azulon and said: "This was no accident, someone started this fire with the intention to kill you."
"Yes…" Azulon said. "I know. I have been encouraging your son Ambaghai to usurp and it would seem he finally took his chance, a bit much I admit but I am quite impressed by the lengths he went to."
"You are as much responsible for this as he is."
"Watch your tongue, immigrant spawn!"
Meiji took a breath before asking: "Why would you encourage Ambaghai to do such a thing?"
"I was bored, it amused me and he always had a desire for the throne but he only lacked the heart to take it." Azulon answered.
Eyes narrowed, Meiji then asked: "Is being an authoritarian autocrat hated by his own nation not good enough for you that you now seek to drag my son's name through the dirt?"
"Meiji, Ambaghai's name is perfectly fine. We have agreed to take the opportunity to blame some common factional adversaries." Azulon chuckled as he dug his nails into the chair he was sitting in. "They are to be beheaded tomorrow. I do look forward to Ambaghai's next attempt, I wonder what he shall try next."
Meiji returned to his home and found Ambaghai in his room, designing a boat that was to fall apart once far enough out at sea. He then took notice of the knife on Ambaghai's desk.
Ambaghai looked over his shoulder and said: "Oh, it is you. How are you, father?" He then returned to his work. Meiji did not answer, merely walking over to the desk. "I heard that Fire Lord Azulon plans to expand the palace now that room has been made by the fire."
Meiji picked up the knife. There was a ruby in the pommel. "A new knife?"
"Yeah, you like it? It is a gift from Fire Lord Azulon. Him and I have become very close." Ambaghai's eyes then widened as he felt something sharp enter his back.
The last words he heard were his father saying: "Oh, yes, I like it very much."
Ambaghai was not cremated rather his body was hurled into a ditch and left there on his father's orders. Meiji then proceeded to expel Ambaghai's wife Si and their son Hotula from his estate while naming his second son Yesugei as his heir.