Fire Lord Azulon
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The throne room remained silent as Azula demonstrated her latest advanced firebending moves to her grandfather. Azulon watched idly through the flames surrounding him, giving a slow clap once Azula finished and bowed low to him.
"Isn't she remarkable, father?" Prince Ozai probed. There was affectionate pride in his tone as Ozai spoke of his daughter. Azula smirked to herself, being careful not to let her grandfather, Azulon, nor her father notice. She was on the path to becoming a master firebender, now was not the time to be viewed as immature. She will remain cold and calculated in her daily life much like she learned during her rigorous training.
"Yes, yes, Ozai. You have proven to have at least one worthy child," Fire Lord Azulon snapped, the flames flaring up with his short temper.
Ozai faltered briefly, his cheerful mood disappearing, and replied curtly, "We will be leaving, thank you."
Azula and her father marched out of the room side by side, taking the fastest route out into the gardens where Ursa and Zuko were feeding the turtle ducks.
Then Ozai put his hand on the shoulder of Azula, giving it a squeeze before strolling off, deep in thought.
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