Hee! As promised, the beginning of the serious fluff. More to come, and I hope you guys don't think me cliché for what I'll be writing about in the next update. But oh well. I'm having too much fun with this. Also, this chapter addresses something kind of important - Iroh's birth right. Nothing too serious yet, though. Just a bit of light-shedding. And Korra's cheekiness. Gotta love her.
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"So, is your kid, like, royalty or something?"
Korra and Asami have decided to take a ladies' day, which results in the children being left with their fathers. Said fathers are sitting in the den, those very children crawling all over them like lemurs. Iroh looks at Mako, surprised by the question.
"What?"
"Technically, you're still the heir to the throne of the Fire Nation," Mako explained. "You haven't exactly denounced that title yet, so does that mean Zuko here is a prince?"
Iroh considers this. "I suppose so; whether or not either of us accepts those responsibilities, we have royal blood."
Mako nods. "And does that make Korra the Fire Lady?"
"Once again, I suppose so. However, since I am only the Crown Prince and not the actual Fire Lord yet, Korra bears no royal title apart from 'princess'. In any case, her position as the Avatar takes precedence over any royal duties to a single nation."
"I can't imagine Korra being royalty," Mako laughs, pulling Roku off his head and putting him on the floor. "She'd go crazy with all the rules and ceremonies and servants trying to do everything for her."
Iroh smiles. "She would undoubtedly make a scene, or pick a fight with the government officials."
They are still chuckling when Korra and Asami stroll in through the front door, laden with shopping bags and still chattering about whatever it was they had been discussing before arriving home. Asami goes straight to Mako, and Korra comes to Iroh, bending down for a long kiss.
"How'd everything go with the kids?" she asks, shifting the bags around. "Any trouble?"
"They were golden. Do you want me to carry those for you?"
Korra rolls her eyes. "Iroh, please. I'm not a princess or anything - I can carry my own bags."
Iroh grins and Mako laughs. Korra and Asami exchange confused glances. "Did we miss something?"
"Oh, nothing," Mako sighs, still chortling. "Just that you say you're not a princess, but you're husband's the Crown Prince of the Fire Nation."
Korra blinks. "We've been together for years, and I can't believe I never thought of that."
Iroh shrugs. "I don't exactly go around flaunting my royal status."
Korra grins. "Doesn't mean I won't flaunt mine. Here," she dumps her purchases in his lap, eyes laughing at him. "You can carry these to the bedroom while I draw a bath. Then you can come and bathe me." She gives him a cheeky pat on the head before strutting off to their personal bathroom.
Iroh looks at Mako and Asami, who both seem close to dying of laughter. He sighs dramatically.
"No, Mako," he drawls. "Korra isn't suited to royal life at all."
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