An AU where Arete and Garon never died, and Azura has father/daughter relationship with the King of Nohr

Six year old Azura paced the length of her bedroom; from the door to the window.

She was nervous; the whole castle was nervous! Her mother, after nine months being pregnant, had gone into labor hours ago. Azura didn't know what was going to happen, or-

The door opened, and Azura spun around and looked the figure entering her room.

Garon was a big man; larger than any other man Azura had ever met. His bearded face, which usually had a stern expression permanently plastered on it, had softened considerably, and he was grinning, though he both looked and felt exhausted.

"Azura-" he started before the girl ran over to him, grabbing his enormous hand with both of her much smaller hands.

"Is mother alright? Is the baby alright? Is it a little sister or a little brother? Is-"

Garon let out a booming laugh and picked up his stepdaughter, cradling her slight body in his huge arms.

"Mother is alright Azura, but she is very tired. The baby is, well... would you like to see for yourself?"

Azura nodded her head so fast it put a woodpecker to shame. Garon chuckled as he ran a hand through her long blue locks.

"Well then, let's go so hello!"

Carrying Azura, King Garon of Nohr made his way towards Arete's chambers. It the morning when Arete's water had broken, and it was eighteen hours before she gave birth to their child. Garon had stayed with his wife throughout the labor, holding her hand, saying soothing words, and attempting to sing to her, badly, but she had appreciated the effort.

The servants had informed Garon that Azura was awake the whole time, trying to gain entry to her mother's chambers, but the healers had turned her away, not wanting a little girl to distract them. She hadn't taken that well, and it took the combined efforts of Xander and Camilla in order to calm his step-daughter (though she was as dear to him as any of his children) down. Since then she had waited in her room, eager to see her new sibling.

Now, though past her usual bedtime, Azura was wide awake, and Garon couldn't blame her; he was excited as well.

They reached the door to his and Arete's chambers, and a footman opened the door for them as soon as he saw them turn the hallway corner. Garon approached the huge and plush canopy bed, containing both his wife, and his newborn child.

Arete was a mess; her normally immaculate hair was wild and unkempt, her eyes had bags under them, and she looked as if she would pass out any moment now, only keeping awake long enough to feed her newborn.

She never looked more beautiful to Garon's eyes.

"Beloved?" he half whispered, "Azura is here..."

Arete looked up and smiled, "Dear Azura, you're a big sister now."

Garon set Azura down on the bed, and the girl then crawled on all fours towards her mother. When she got there, Garon heard her let lose a little gasp.

"It's a little brother Azura..." Arete explained, "His name is Nero."

"Nero..." Azura said, hearing what it sounded like on her tongue.

She looked up at Azura, a huge grin on her face, then looked at Garon.

"He's big for a baby. Bigger than Leo was."

"I shocked you can remember that," Garon chuckled as he reached out and mussed Azura's hair with his hand, "You were very little. Yes, Nero is a big baby. When he's fully grown, he's going to be taller than both his mother and you."

"Taller than me?" Azura asked, making a disappointed face, "But I'm his big sister! Big sisters shouldn't be shorter than their little brothers!"

Both adults broke out in laughter at that.