I can be anything you want me to be

I just want to love you

Show you exactly what you mean to me

"He's...the most beautiful baby I've ever..." Aang's voice trailed as he remembered his other three children with his wife.

How in the spirits' names do I tell Katara? He asked himself, not breaking his gaze from the golden crib, holding the living proof of the famous Avatar Aang's affair with the infamous Princess Azula.

The baby was freshly born and not quite ready for royal presentation and coronation. Aang remembered Princess Izumi's royal presentation and coronation ceremony. His wife and children were with him, Kya barely walking at the time. Fire Lord Zuko had sent a request to his home for the avatar to bless his new heir.

The blessing of the avatar became "a thing" for the other intact nations, following Izumi's coronation with King Bumi's son, and King Kuei sending requests for the same. Aang wondered if Zuko was planning to ask for a blessing for the new prince...his own son...

"You have to make a choice, Aang," Zuko said, suddenly, at his right side. "My nephew's life would be in jeopardy, constantly. You understand these things, now".

Aang nodded, solemnly. A child born to the avatar and the Fire Nation's princess would be a hot commodity for both their enemies, who between the two, were endless. Aang was left alone in the nursery to mull over his options. His son's mother was skilled and could undoubtedly protect him along with Zuko.

The baby's eyes blinked open, a lovely brownish-green. Aang's fatherly instincts took over. He leaned down to pick up the baby, cradling it to his neck. It was not long before he let out an earsplitting cry.

"Shh," Aang cooed. "It's just your-"

The door slamming open drowned his words. Aang winced at the princess's mad gaze directed towards him. A surge of pain shook his lower back.

"Azula, why did you keep-"

The door nearly came unhinged when Azula slammed it back. "Give him to me!"

"He's mine isn't he?" Asked Aang.

Azula paused in her advancing, bottom lip trembling, uncontrollably. "How dare you ask me THAT!" She croaked. "Just look at him," she said, pointing with a sharp nail. "You see it as clear as I!"

Aang gave the crying baby to his mother at which Azula shot him a look that could kill. She held the baby to her heart, stopping his cries. She was a natural, surprisingly, and Aang was awed by the wave of love surging through her chi. It was strong and unyielding like her bending.

"You know, I can't..." Aang stopped his words, hand rubbing his overgrown beard. "Don't you know what this could do?"

"He did not ask to be born, Aang," Azula muttered.

Aang felt apprehensive from her tone and the fact that she used his name, a rarity even with their history. "B-But you could have...stopped it," he said, without thinking, unsurprised when Azula's deadly gaze landed back on him.

"Get out of my house, right now, Avatar!" She hissed.

"Not until we fix this," said Aang, boldly.

"I can't be believe you would even suggest that," Azula stepped away several paces when he advanced, arms stretched in effort to apologize. "You would not ask that of your wife. Sorry, we're not good enough for you".

Aang shook his head, sighing. He felt torn apart, fighting two sides of a losing war. Azula decided to leave the room instead. Shortly after her departure, the fire lord was back, a stoic look on his face. "Guards," he called to his Kyoshi Warrior bodyguards. "Escort the avatar out". Aang followed the two women. As he passed, Lord Zuko added with a sinister side-eye. "And Aang, consider this your last time seeing my sister. You're no longer welcomed in the lands of fire".

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Azula sobbed loudly into her big brother's shoulder in the palace gardens, not caring who heard. The fire lord held his sister close, his heart burning from her tears. Azula had only cried twice since infancy, once at the conclusion of their duel for the throne, and another time he could not remember.

He stared ahead to an old statue of Fire Lord Sozin from when the siblings were seated.

"The burden of the crown weighs heavy," he spoke, idly, gently rubbing his sister's shoulder to soothe her. "Knowledge is power, Sis. With the power of the crown, a man has to make difficult choices. You understand these things".

Azula's cries died down into sniffles. She lifted her head from her brother's armored breastplate, eyes red and puffy. "You really think a crown grants you power, Brother?" She asked, making Zuko raise a curious eyebrow, before he could think, Azula helped him to his feet.

When they stood his sister looked him up and down as though he were small before calling out, "Seize him!"

Without hesitation, the guards approached, grasping the fire lord at which his eyes widened in shock of their actions. Ty Lee and Suki had been dismissed, leaving the armored guardsmen of Azula's command surrounding them on all sides.

"Burn his good side".

Zuko growled when a hesitant man stood before him, flame in hand, inches from his face. "You wouldn't do this to your lord!"

The man swallowed visibly, but his hand nearly met the fire lord's fearful eye when Azula spoke, passively. "Stop, I changed my mind. Release him and return to your posts".

The fire lord grunted, pretending to be unfazed by Azula's little spectacle, though his heart raced. The princess smirked, though her eyes were still puffy. She smoothed her brother's garments, saying. "See, Brother, power is power. A crown merely passes to another hand. The divine right to rule, however, is born in one's family. Family lives on, through the crown, not honor, not personal glory...but family so there is my answer to your proposal".

With that she left him. The fire lord watched her go, knowing what needed to be done in the near future.

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Azula stood frozen when she walked into her bedroom. The sight nearly melted her heart as Aang held their child close, sprawled out in a loveseat in the corner of the room. His keen sense made him peer open an eyelid to see the princess. A finger to his lips told her that he was going against Zuko's wishes as well.

She suppressed a smile, gently shutting the door and locking it.

"I've already pissed off Zuzu for the night. You would do well to leave," she warned him, crossing her arms.

Aang shrugged. "I think you left your window open for a reason," he said with a wink.

Azula did smirk this time at the jest. With a sigh, she had to look away from the father and son. "My son should not be treated like a bastard for my actions. I refused Zuko's proposal to have him sent away".

"Our actions, Azula," Aang said, surprising her. With a shake of her head, the princess made her way to the loveseat, standing directly in front of the man.

"I could have prevented it. We've been doing this for years, remember? I just wanted...I wanted to love, ok?" Clearing her throat, she continued. "There, I said it. I wanted to love you all the time, so I kept a part of you, not just your hair this time".

"Azula..." gasped Aang, carefully standing with their son, towering over the woman, making her lick her lips. He placed the sleeping baby in the princess's bed between two pillows. His back to her, he spoke honestly.

"Azula, I care for you. Too much and perhaps more than my wife".

"But you don't love me," Azula finished for him. Aang knew it was not a question. "Why won't you just love me? I-I would do anything for you".

"Azula..." Groaned Aang, dropping his shoulders.

"You...you can't treat me like this! I'm the mother of your child, now. It is good news, yes?" He could hear her voice quivering. "No one could stand a chance against us! Just let me love you, Aang".

Aang did not move when the princess embraced him from behind, untying his sash before placing a kiss on his shoulder. "I'm married," he groaned, unconvincingly. He did not stop her hand from running down his abdominals before disappearing inside his trousers.

"I don't care. I never did," Azula confessed into his neck. "I take what I want".

Aang was shown her meaning when their bodies were pressed into the loveseat. Time slowed when Azula's wrist flickered, snubbing the flames of the candles, leaving just the brilliant light of the full moon through sheer curtains.

The couple was so engrossed in one another that the helpless, tiny whimpers from a muffled baby went unheard as it was carried out of the lives of the strongest parents in the entire world.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones inspired scenes and quotes. Cersei Lannister is Azula's REAL mother! Qtz