ATLA/LOK Fem Imagines

*Ozai's Angels- Azula/Ty Lee/Mai

Trigger warning: Blood and Mistreatment

Seated upon a sturdy bench, I watch as Princess Azula and her two subordinates train for their upcoming battles, obediently waiting for an order. They're practicing their fighting stances and sparing together in the massive arena. They left me to watch their rigorous training from the front row of the seating area. If I were to guess, I'd say there are about 100 rows behind me. I don't mind watching them, though. I've learned a lot about the three just by their fighting styles alone, but that topic's for another time.

Despite their corrupted attitudes, I believe I labor one of the better tasks the palace offers. I began my job as Azula's maid at the young of 4. We got to know each other reasonably well due to maturing together since our young childhood. My heart holds great respect for the royal teen. I'm only expected to do one job, and that's to aid the Fire Princess.

"Zoe! Bring me water!" Azula belts, keeping her back straight as she intakes large breaths of air through her nose. The top of her forehead glistens under the
beating sun.

I'm surprised. Azula usually doesn't sweat this much.

I dig into the cooler beside me before running over with the cool water bottle gripped tightly in my right hand. I kneel with the bottle lifted at the palm of my hands. Elegant fingers snatch at the bottle, lifting the weight from my hands. I peek up at the talented girl, hoping to receive praise for my swift actions.

Her ruby lips curl at one side, smirking down at me with refined golden eyes. She sips at her water carefully, making sure the water doesn't drip down her chin. I watch her distractedly, focused on her jawline and the swallow of her throat. She pulls back from the bottle, making sure I'm still watching before downing the rest of the water, allowing a small stream to slip past her lips, down her chin and neck, and into her shirt.

Ty Lee nudges her friend softly, "Knock it off, Azula. Just let her up already."

The acrobat always attempts to save me from Azula's wrath. Though, from much experience, I learned that it only causes my situation to worsen. Despite her causing more harm than good, I've come to admire her constant worrying. No one cares to ask me how I feel about certain aspects of my job. However, that's to be expected. I'm nothing more than a maid. I could easily be replaced by a more intelligent woman.

The fire bender sighs, annoyed by her friend's interruption, "You may stand, peasant."

I rise to my feet elegantly, performing a final bowing before making my way back to my seat. I've been working with the three teens for years now, and their fighting abilities never fail to amaze me. They're all so powerful in their own respects, and together they seem nearly unbeatable. My eyes follow each of their movements, somehow concentrating on all their motions at once.

My trance is broken, taking note of the bubbly teen making her to me on her hands. I let my focus on the other two go for a second, observing Ty Lee curiously. I don't usually talk to any of them one on one much.

"Wanna learn how to do a cartwheel?" She asks sweetly, her lips pulled to a charming grin while still in her handstand.

She stands in front of the fence, blocking the many rows of seats from the pit.

My hands fold over my lap, shaking my head with a shy grin, "No thanks, I have to prepare for any of Princess Azula's orders."

Mai strides over from her original spot in front of the battling dummies, spinning a knife around her pointer finger.

"She won't mind, trust me." The stoic girl encourages in her moody tone.

I cringe at the thought of going against Azula's strict orders. I would love to hang out with them, honestly, but I would hate to anger the royal girl. She hasn't yelled or reprimanded me much during my internship with her, and frankly, I'd like to keep it that way.