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The Fire Nation palace was silent save for the crackling of torches lining the corridor. The scent of sandalwood and old stone filled the air as afternoon light slanted through paper screens, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Zuko stood alone in his chambers, dressed in formal robes of deep red and gold, his scarred face turned toward the window. He had spent years chasing honor, and now it sat heavy on his shoulders. He reached up to adjust his collar, then stopped—there was no fixing what was already done. The ceremony was hours away, and he had met you only once. He turned as footsteps approached, his amber eyes searching for something he couldn't name. "you," he said, his voice low. "Is this what peace feels like?"