Ursa couldn't describe her pain at the moment. It was a deep, agonizing pain that came from her core as she struggled to push the infant inside of her into the world.
You'd better be worth it, she threatened silently, because Agni forbid I go through all this pain for nothing. For the umpteenth time, Ursa let a stream of profanities out of here mouth towards her husband, Ozai, who was clutching her hand.
He sweat dropped a bit, she noted with a twinge of satisfaction, but allowed her to crush his hand all the same during her labor.
Finally, after what seemed like years, Ursa's child was born.
"It's a girl, you're highnesses," the midwife announced. Ozai's disappointment was clearly visible, but his face softened when he later eyes upon his daughter. She was perfect, with a light complexion and rose cheeks. Raven hair cascaded down her face. Unlike her father, the girl had inherited her grandmother's (from Ozai's side) curly locks. She had high, angular cheekbones, like him as well, but she inherited her chin, nose, and mouth from Ursa.
"What will we name her, Ozai?" Ursa questioned softly. His eyes flicked to hers before boring into his daughter's amber ones, just like his.
"Her name," he decided," Is Zara."
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FanfictionWhat would have happened if Princess Azula, like her brother, Zuko, had had a mother figure. And what if that figure just happened to be her older sister, Zara, the first-born child of Firelord Ozai? This is Zara's story, from start to finish, from...
