Domestic
She was always the perfect little girl.
The perfect little girl with the perfect little smile and the perfect little daughter. She always walked with her back straight, her chest out, her chin high—she was royalty, after all, and she made everyone know that. She would lift her nose up at dinner when it was a dish she did not like, she would step on the toes of many of the guards, and she would sneer at the peasant girls that called themselves her servants.
Whenever she was around her father, she would obey his every word. She was like his pet dragon, held on a chain leash, and whipped with fire whenever she defied him. It was through him that she had learned such divine perfection, like how to hold her tongue and look a man straight in the eye. She had learned everything from her father, the ruthless Ozai, for he knew everything.
And like a pet dragon, when she was released... She burned everything in her path... including herself.