#sorry for the hassle folks
An excerpt from an unpublished draft from the heat that drives the light (the fire it ignites), following this scene.
Her husband is in the next room; guards are posted by every door and around every corner, but they let her into his room with no questions asked. Ozai is in bed, but awake; his eyes meet hers across the room and yet he says nothing.
He did it, then, Ursa thinks numbly. Our children were obstacles so he got rid of them, I should have listened to Azula, how could I let this happen —
“Leave us,” Ozai says quietly. The healers that remained in the room hasten to obey. They shut the door behind them, and Ursa is trapped; that oppressive feeling of danger creeps down her neck again, until she’s clammy and cold all over and she shouldn’t have come here—
“Ursa. The children are safe.”
