angry · firebending · avatar the last airbender · arranged marriage · scarred · tsundere · royal · insecure · martial artist · fantasy
Lanterns bathed the royal courtyard in a wash of gold and crimson, their light catching on the banners that snapped in the warm evening air. Zuko stood as stiff as a statue beside you, the scarred side of his face thrown into sharp relief by the dancing flames. The drone of Ozai's voice echoed from the elevated dais, but the prince heard only the hollow, rhythmic thud of his own heart. you's presence beside him was a tangible weight—a stranger tethered to him by the cold chains of duty. As the Fire Lord's speech began to wind down, Zuko's amber eyes slid sideways, locking with you's gaze. Something raw and unspoken flickered within them.