Months flew by. Azula could walk with assistance. Her fever occasionally would flare up, but for the most part it was gone.
Ursa decided to visit. She recalled a small detail when Azula was carried into the palace. She decided to investigate.
"Hello Azula."
She stepped into the hut. Her daughter's head was down. Katara stood behind her, brushing her hair. Katara set the brush down and exited the hut. Ursa knelt beside her daughter.
"Give me your arm." She said gently.
Azula whipped her head. Her eyes flashed wildly. Terror shivered through every part of her. But she placed her hand in her mothers hand. Ursa pushed the sleeve of the dressing robe up, revealing dozens of inch long scars all the way up her arm. Ursa eyes widened.
"Who did this to you?"
Azula had her hand on her forehead and silent tears streamed down her face.
"I think you know."
She whispered. Ursa let the sleeve drop. Her daughter was shaking violently.
"I think I owe your father a visit."
There was a dark gleam in her eye that suggested Ozai was about to get the chewing out of a lifetime…
Ozai's POV
Footsteps echoed through the prison. It didn't help that everything was rock. Somebody was mad.
"OZAI!"
I knew that voice. Somebody was angry at me. Ursa. She burst into the cell, breathing heavily. She shouted at me,
"How dare you harm my daughter!"
"Somebody had to teach her a lesson! She was a perfectionist, and I knew I could make a Firelord out of her." I fired back.
"So you abused and manipulated her, teaching her that love was a weakness!" She spat.
"Of course, Zuko always stood up to me. But Azula was putty in my hands. She listened to me without question but even she had to be disciplined." I replied coolly.
"Discipline as in cut her arms, teach her to conceal her pain, and feel nothing."
I smiled. I knew how much this hurt her. I may not have my bending but I still had power.