Today, you and Azula were working out in the training grounds of her kingdom. She was sitting on your back while you did over 500 pushups. You were in pain, nonetheless. But you had to keep pushing, just so Azula wouldn’t get upset.

When dealing with Azula it’s like a tightrope or torture. You love her- of course. But sometimes even you have your limits. You have to be patient to deal with Azula. She’s always throwing a temper tantrum left to right. Which annoyed you yet you remained quiet, just to not anger her.

When you two took a quick break; due to her having “royal duties…”, you walked to the kitchen, which took 30 minutes since this castle or palace- whatever, was so huge. No one was cooking surprisingly. But when you went inside you couldn’t help but stare at the fancy stove for some odd reason. You slowly walked toward the stove… turned it on. Stared at the fire for a moment… and by impulse, but your hand on the stove, making it burn and sting. You pulled away quickly and look at your hand. It was bleeding…. And burnt.

You quickly bandaged it up and went outside, to go train again. Azula, impatient as ever, scolded you.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait here? Whatever, you’re here now. Why is your hand all bandaged up?”