Defending the Throne
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dorksidefikerTitle: Defending the Throne
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters: Ursa, Ozai
Prompt: 29. Defend
Word Count: 340
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ursa will do anything to defend her son.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Link: My Table
Ozai rarely received visitors to break his solitude. It was just as well; he hated the idea of anyone seeing him broken and defeated. Being subject to the eyes of others in that state was the final humiliation.
Usually, only his treacherous son or the Avatar broke in to his solitude.
Today was an unusual day.
“You.”
Ursa pulled her hood back and looked down her nose at him. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her eyes were cold. Ozai looked at his wife, and he laughed. “You have gotten old.”
Ursa swept her graying hair back from her face, maintaining her silence. Ozai climbed to his feet, the chains rattling with every move. “Is there nothing you want to say to me, my dear wife? Not a word, after all these years apart?” He stepped towards her, arms spread to show off his ragged state. “Has the whelp welcomed you home with open arms? Has he thrown a great celebration in your honor?”
“Zuko doesn’t know where I am, nor shall he ever.” Ursa closed the distance that remained between them and thrust out with the small dagger she had kept hidden in her long sleeve. Ozai jerked, his hands clutching at Ursa’s shoulders. “He decided to let you live, but as long as you do, you remain a threat, even without your Firebending.” She twisted the knife and he gasped, blood dribbling from his lips. “You will remain the focal point for every rebellion. I will not allow that.”
“You stabbed me,” Ozai gasped as she pulled the knife out with a sharp jerk.
“It’s funny,” Ursa mused as Ozai fell to his knees, the poison on the dagger and the wound already doing their job. “Your father said the exact same thing to me before he died.”
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters: Ursa, Ozai
Prompt: 29. Defend
Word Count: 340
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ursa will do anything to defend her son.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Link: My Table
Ozai rarely received visitors to break his solitude. It was just as well; he hated the idea of anyone seeing him broken and defeated. Being subject to the eyes of others in that state was the final humiliation.
Usually, only his treacherous son or the Avatar broke in to his solitude.
Today was an unusual day.
“You.”
Ursa pulled her hood back and looked down her nose at him. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her eyes were cold. Ozai looked at his wife, and he laughed. “You have gotten old.”
Ursa swept her graying hair back from her face, maintaining her silence. Ozai climbed to his feet, the chains rattling with every move. “Is there nothing you want to say to me, my dear wife? Not a word, after all these years apart?” He stepped towards her, arms spread to show off his ragged state. “Has the whelp welcomed you home with open arms? Has he thrown a great celebration in your honor?”
“Zuko doesn’t know where I am, nor shall he ever.” Ursa closed the distance that remained between them and thrust out with the small dagger she had kept hidden in her long sleeve. Ozai jerked, his hands clutching at Ursa’s shoulders. “He decided to let you live, but as long as you do, you remain a threat, even without your Firebending.” She twisted the knife and he gasped, blood dribbling from his lips. “You will remain the focal point for every rebellion. I will not allow that.”
“You stabbed me,” Ozai gasped as she pulled the knife out with a sharp jerk.
“It’s funny,” Ursa mused as Ozai fell to his knees, the poison on the dagger and the wound already doing their job. “Your father said the exact same thing to me before he died.”