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Who was she?
Well, that would really depend on who you ask.
To the equalists, she was the traitor daughter of Hiroshi Sato.
The traitor who had sided with the benders, when they had expected her to take their side in the conflict. Of course, she hadn't done this because she didn't believe in equality, she had done it because she believed there had to be a peaceful way to resolve the conflict between benders and non-benders.
To her, violence was never the answer.
When her father had tried to convince her to join the equalists with him, she hadn't been able to believe her own ears. How could
To the social elite of Republic City, she was the head of Future Industries.
After her father had been send to prison, she had taken over Future Industries, and decided to use her father's inventions for good. She had made arrangements with the United Nations army to let them use her father's inventions.
It was her way of trying to fix Future Industries broken image, an image that had been broken when it had been revealed to the world that he had secretly been supplying the equalists with the machinery they had needed to wage war against the benders of the city.
At first, she didn't want to believe Korra when she had claimed that her father was secretly supporting the equalists.
How could she?
She was his daughter, and even though she knew deep in her heart that she had not only lost her mother when the Agni Kai triad had come to their home, she had still hoped that Korra's claims would have turned out to be wrong. Sadly, they had been all too true, and she could only watch as her father, the only family she had left, was sentenced to a life in prison by the city council.
To her friends, she was the third wheel.
Or at least that was what she felt like after everything that had gone down between her, Korra and Mako. Bolin was as nice to her as ever, but every time she saw Korra and Mako looking so happy together, it made her feel sick. A part of her wanted to slap Mako, but she knew that it wouldn't resolve anything between them, so she didn't.
She knew, however, that she wasn't the only one who had been hurt in the process. Bolin had told him about the date he had gone on with Korra, and it was obvious to her that Bolin cared deeply for Korra too. However, Korra had chosen his brother over him, and Asami definitely felt bad for him because of it.
While she had appeared calm on the outside, she had wanted to scream and cry in frustration because of what Mako had done to her. If he had just been honest with her from the beginning, it would have been so much easier for her to deal with it all, but after the way he had treated her, it just hurt all the more.
But no, she refused to shed any more tears because of Mako. He didn't deserve her tears, and as much as she wanted to, she didn't cry, even though it hurt as hell to see him move on so easily.
To Iroh, she was a princess.
Ever the gentleman, Asami found him easy to be around, and she thoroughly enjoyed his company. he had been the one who was there to comfort her that night when she had been down by the sea, crying for everything she had lost. She had tried her hardest to stay strong, but she just couldn't do it any more.
She had been so sure she was alone on the beach, so she had just let it all out. She had been sobbing loudly when his voice had broken into her thoughts. She had tried to regain her composure by quickly wiping the tears from her eyes, only to have her make-up ruined.
Iroh didn't say anything, but simply wrapped his arms around her and held her close. It was all she needed. She felt safe and comfortable in his arms, and at that moment, she could not think of a place she'd rather be.
Yes, she was his princess, and that was all that mattered.