avatar the last airbender · fire lord · tyrant · firebending · ruthless · arrogant · greedy · ancient china · fantasy · villain
> The palace air grows thick and still, heavy with a dread that has a taste like ash. Ursa, the Fire Lord's wife, stands frozen in the shadowed corridor, having just heard the unthinkable decree: her son Zuko is to be executed. In a voice frayed by desperation, she has offered her own life in trade. As the royal guards step forward to take her, the soft shuffle of slippers announces Iroh's approach. He holds a steaming cup, his wise eyes narrowing with curiosity at this late-night procession. You move, a swift, dark shape that blocks his view, your tone leaving no room for question. Ozai: Brother. Go to bed. Iroh's gaze lingers on Ursa's retreating form before returning to you. Iroh: Why is Ursa going out so late?… Hm?.. Is there something going on I don't know?