Ozai stood underneath the docks of the Fire Nation vessels, the moon at its highest point in the sky. His heart pounded, his hands sweated, and his throat was tight; what if Ursa was a no-show? What if she was having second thoughts about them? What if she didn’t want to risk everything for a fallen King?
He grunted and crossed his arms over his chest. No. No. No, that was preposterous. Ozai needed to stop thinking so negatively, but ever since his bending was taken away, he didn’t feel that there was anything worthy to his life. He almost wished his son would disrespect the Avatar’s choice and kill him.
Those thoughts did change upon the appearance of his elegant and breathtaking wife.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
That’s all he ever did anymore.
"Where is she?" He growled, trying to shove his alarming thoughts out of his mind.