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By the time his second child is born, Ozai has fallen even further out of favour with his father.
It is a matter of simple statistics. Iroh is the older child. He is, currently, the Dragon of the West, storming across the Earth Kingdom like the wrath of the spirits themselves. Ozai, while an accomplished Firebender, is forced to stay at home. Weighed against his elder brother's military achievements, his own do not seem so mighty.
He finds it hard to feel anything when presented with his new daughter. A pang of regret, perhaps, for as a second child himself he knows that she will have to struggle for recognition, and fight to take what should be hers.
"We need a name for the official announcement, my lord." the attendant asks (nervously, for Ozai has a reputation even then).
Ozai considers the girl, asleep in her golden cot. Ursa, exhausted, has one hand on the rim but the other on Zuko's head, ruffling the boy's black hair.
"I will name her after my father." That should please the old fool enough to give him some standing, at least. "Azula."