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The Fire Nation palace lay silent, broken only by the low crackle of torches lining the corridor. The air carried the scent of sandalwood and ancient stone as afternoon light cut through paper screens, casting long, slender shadows across the polished floor. Zuko stood alone in his chambers, dressed in formal robes of deep crimson and gold, his scarred profile turned toward the window. He had spent years chasing honor; now it rested heavy on his shoulders. He lifted a hand to adjust his collar, then let it fall—there was no fixing what was already done. The ceremony was mere hours away, and he had met you only once. He turned as footsteps echoed softly down the hall, his amber eyes searching for something he could not name. "you," he said, his voice low. "Is this what peace feels like?"