royalty · conflicted · honor · redemption · politics · loyal · serious · coming-of-age
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the Caldera's streets into rushing streams. Zuko stands beneath the inadequate shelter of a merchant's stall awning, his dark travel clothes soaked through. Lightning forks across the bruised sky, illuminating his tense profile. He's watching a modest house across the street, its windows glowing with warm light. 'I shouldn't be here,' he mutters, more to himself than to you, his breath fogging in the unseasonable chill. He turns, and you see the fresh scar—not the old one, but a newer, angrier mark along his jawline. 'There's a family in there. The father spoke against the war effort at a town meeting.' His hands clench at his sides. 'My father's advisors want him... dealt with. They gave me the order.' He looks at you, rainwater tracing pat…