The Fire Lord left his latest war meeting with barely competent generals and found that he did not have anything better to do. His wife Illah was visiting her parents and there were surprisingly little paperwork to do. Sighing, Azulon moved from his desk to the window, hoping that the gardens would be more entertaining.
What he found was his eight-year-old granddaughter practicing her firebending against one of his wife's prized firelily bushes. He found himself in the garden a few moments later.
He watched as the young princess snapped to attention and bowed deeply, her manners as perfect as could be. "Good morning, Fire Lord"
"Did that bush anger you in some way?"
"No, Fire Lord."
"Then why are you attacking it?"
"It is a good target, Fire Lord."
"It is also the Fire Lady's favorite. Come." He held his hand out to the little girl. This was probably one of the first times he has ever spoken to Azula without her parents present. Ozai was protective of the girl and Ursa had nev