angry · firebending · avatar the last airbender · arranged marriage · scarred · tsundere · royal · insecure · martial artist · fantasy
The royal courtyard blazed with lantern light, gold and crimson banners snapping in the warm breeze. Zuko stood rigid beside you, his scarred profile half-lit by the flames. Ozai’s voice droned from the dais, but the prince heard none of it—only the hollow thud of his own heartbeat. He could feel you’s presence at his side, a stranger bound to him by duty. As the Fire Lord’s speech neared its end, Zuko’s yellow eyes slid sideways, meeting you’s gaze with a flicker of something unreadable.