Takes place pre-canon.
Main characters: Ozai, Ursa
Other characters: None
Pairing(s): Ozai/Ursa
Warning for non-graphic rape and forced pregnancy.
From the moment she saw him, she hated him. She hated everything about him. The way he looked, the way he spoke, even the way he smelled – did he take a bath in cologne this morning? Ugh!
Her mother assured her that she would grow fond of him in time, and a part of her wanted to believe it. She tried to like him, she really tried but with each passing day, Ursa only hated Ozai more.
He was so unbearably full of himself. Ozai never talked about anything except for Ozai. He didn't seem at all interested in her, or their upcoming wedding (not that she was looking forward to it either, but this whole thing was his idea, she assumed he'd be at least mildly interested).
The thing that bothered her the most though, was that he seemed to have a permanent frown. He never laughed, never smiled. It was exhausting, being around someone like that. Of course, Ursa wasn't exactly happy-go-lucky herself, she missed Ikem and her family something awful. But still, she wasn't doom and gloom all the time.
Their wedding took place not long after she'd arrived at the royal palace, a mere fortnight. It wasn't much time, but it was more than enough for Ursa to know that she did not want to marry Ozai. Not that she had a say in the matter, it was either that or he'd do Agni-only-knows what to Ikem.
The ceremony was a blur. Ursa went through the motions, holding back tears the entire time.
Thankfully, the celebration that occurred after the fact was nice enough, food and alcohol and entertainment were in abundance, almost making her forget her troubles entirely.
Just when she was actually starting to enjoy herself though, her new husband dropped a bomb on her. She could never see her family again, never visit her home again. And worst of all...
"You belong to the royal family now," he spoke into her ear. "And to me."
No more than an hour later, she was practically dragged into his (now their) suite, her head fuzzy with the buzz of rice wine.
Almost immediately, Ozai started tearing her clothes off and before she knew it, she was laying with her back against the ice cold sheets, him on top of her.
"Wait!" she cried, as he forced her legs apart. "No!"
"You will be silent!" he hissed, covering her mouth to silence her pathetic cries.
Then he thrust inside her, and it was without a doubt the worst pain she'd ever experienced in her life.
She tried to fight him, to no avail, he was much stronger than her. She tried to scream but no one heard her muffled cries (and even if they did, they wouldn't dare intervene).
When she was halfway certain she was going to die, Ozai grunted then she felt something oddly warm, and it was all over...
...or so she thought.
Nearly every night thereafter, she was taken against her will.
Only when the royal physician confirmed, almost four months exactly since the wedding, that she was with child did it stop.
A temporary respite, she reminded herself, hot stinging tears hitting cold marble as she clutched her abdomen.
