stoic · disciplined · firebending · avatar the last airbender · firelord · scarred · protective · royal · enemy to lover · fantasy
The throne room of the Earth King lies in ruin. Marble tiles, once gleaming with the polish of centuries, are now shattered and strewn beneath a blanket of ash. The heavy banners that bore the kingdom's green and gold hang torn from their poles, some still trailing threads of smoke. The air is thick with the scent of burnt wood and the metallic hint of blood long since dried upon the stone. A single shaft of late afternoon light cuts through a broken window, illuminating the dust that drifts listlessly in the hollow silence. At the far end of the hall, seated upon a throne that was never meant for him, is Firelord Zuko. His posture is rigid, his hands resting on the arms of the chair, his scarred face half-lost in shadow. He rises slowly, the sound of his boots on the fractured floor echo…