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8 years ago
Staring out a window for the past hour left Iskra more and more upset by the minute. She knew he would come, he had to, she just thought he'd come sooner.
"Waiting for your father?" Azula asked.
"Yea," Iskra smiled.
"He'll be here, he wants to impress my father," she smirked, walking away.
The thought of him only coming for the fire lord stayed in her mind. But the hope for his love outweighed it heavily.
"He's here!" Iskra cheered, running away form the window and to the doors.
She used all her strength to open the doors, standing on her tip toes to reach the handle but she didn't care. Zhao stood on the other side, his smile dropping as he stared at the girl. He was expecting the fire lord.
"Zhao," Ozai said firmly, walking towards him with Zuko by his side.
"Fire lord Ozai," Zhao bowed to him. "Excuse my late arrival, I was picking these out for Iskra."
He kneeled down, handing her a couple small flowers tied together by a ripped cloth. She smiled greatly, reaching out to hug him but he stood up.
"Dinner is ready!" Ursa called from the other room.
"Shall we?" Zhao asked and Ozai nodded, walking away.
Iskra followed eagerly, reaching for Zhaos hand to hold but he pulled away, wiping it on his robe. She looked at the ground with defeat, hand falling with loneliness and the feeling of cold when heat suddenly touched her hand. Eyes followed the hand on hers to reveal a charming Zuko.
Iskra smiled, blushing as she hid her face in the flowers and they walked to the table together, sitting next to each other with hands still entangled.
Everyone ate in content silent as they chewed politely in front of the Fire Lord out of respect. Iskra could barely focus on her food when holding her friends hand. Everything was going well.
"Commander Zhao, how has the avatar progressed?" Ozai asked, finishing his meal.
"Due to request of Ursa her training hours have been reduced but she still thrives," Zhao smiles. "Just the other day she bested a much older opponent in their spar."
"Reduced? I didn't approve that," Ozai's brows furrow, facing Ursa with a look.
"Let's talk about this later," she offered him a small smile. "Zhao have you found a bigger place where Iskra can stay with you yet?"
"Not yet, hard to find one in this time," Zhao chuckled. "But I can't wait for my little avatar to live with me."
"Really?" Iskra looked at her father with pure hope.
"Of course, your the avatar," he smiled brightly. "And my daughter."
Ozai and Zhao contained conversation about war topics and plans for Iskra's future. Occasionally Ursa would chime in, saying Iskra should have a say but her opinion was never truly heard.
"Issy," Zuko whispered, grabbing her hattention with a squeeze of his hand in hers.
"Yes Zuko?"
"Come on," he stood up, walking away from the table with Iskra.
Zuko offered a smile to his mother in which she returned, giving them permission to leave the table. Ozai and Zhao didn't even notice.
"Where are we going?" Iskra giggled as they ran down the halls.
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Silence | Zuko
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