The strays of the morning sun slithered in the royal chambers through a slit of the dark red curtains, hitting the Fire Lord straight it the face. The elderly man groaned, annoyed and he grabbed the pillow next to his own, pulling it on his face. It was soggy with her scent. That sweet scent. A mix of vanilla and fire lilies. He sniffed the material several times, taking in whatever he could. His thought traveled to the previous night's incidents and he grinned. He could still feel her lips on his neck, her hands on his chest. He shivered pleasantly.
He wondered if she'd be awake, if she'd be with Ozai… He growled slightly at the thought of Ozai touching her. He knew Ursa hated him, though. She had said so herself the previous night, while they were enjoying themselves in the shower. His heart rammed inside his chest, as his thought traveled to her body; her perfect curves. Her dark brown hair falling in front of her eyes. Those beautiful shining eyes. Golden, with long eyelashes. They shined like diamonds.
Looking at the clock which was on the end table, he realized he should get ready for the day. There was a tone of paperwork to be done, and the thought of it made him sick to his stomach. He would compel Ozai and Iroh to do the most of it, but still… He pushed the pillow from his face, the covers from his skinny body, and he forced himself off of the bed. He grabbed his underwear, which was tossed on the floor and he pulled it on, before getting dressed. He walked to the whole mirror, which used to belong to Fire Lady Ilah, and looked at his reflection in the glass. He fixed his bun and placed the crown on his head, then admired the results.
His eyes fell on a small scar on his neck. It was a little bruise. He smirked. Ursa had left her mark on him. He pulled his collar higher and exited the room. As he headed down the corridor, he stumbled into Ozai. "Ozai." he snapped at the young boy, who was starring Ursa sitting by the turtleduck pond. "Father?"
"Take Iroh and go to my study. Do the paperwork." he ordered. Ozai's face fell, but he did as told. Now Azulon had space for himself and Ursa. He approached his daughter-in law. Seeing him come, Ursa raised and walked close to him. Her eyes were shining and a grin was painting her lips. "Good morning." she greeted, cheerfully. "You seem too happy today." he raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"
Ursa shrugged. "I guess I just woke up cheerful." she explained and headed back to the pond, tossing some bread in the water. Azulon followed her. He looked around, making sure no one was around and he grabbed her waist. "Are you coming tonight?" he purred. Ursa turned to look at him. "I can't…" she muttered. "Come." he insisted, but she shook her head. "I really can't…" she sighed and slipped away from his arms, making her way back in the palace.
For a moment she paused, and turned around to look at Azulon. His face had fallen. His eyes were sad. For some reason she felt herself sad, as well, but she couldn't go back.