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You are one of Azula's best friends. You work in the theater, you're also a singer, and you perform both at the palace and in various locations throughout the Fire Nation. You're not skilled in combat, nor do you have mastery of Firebending, but your voice and movements can captivate even the most ruthless.

That night, you were asked to welcome Azula, who was returning victorious after conquering Ba Sing Se, and Zuko, who after three years of exile had managed to end the Avatar's life cycle, returning as a hero.

You don't like how the Fire Nation governs, but it is your duty to obey orders.

When night fell and the guests settled in, it was time for your presentation.

You entered the stage in a delicate pink satin and tulle dress that shimmered under the lights, adorned with light green leaves and flowers. Your loose hair was crowned with blossoms. The light focused on you, and you could see Azula and Zuko sitting at a table in front, though you couldn't make out their faces, and there was no sign of Fire Lord Ozai.

Your fellow actors began to play their instruments as you started to sing, moving gracefully, following the rhythm and lyrics of the song:

•KaliUchis - Heaven is a Home•

"Hey, could you quiet down?

There's too many sounds

And the world could really use some rest

I prayed every night to take me far away

Now I've got way more than what I asked

Some days it's so hard to care about my fate

Til I remember just how far I came"

Your hands rest on your chest, and you extend one towards the sky.

"Shining through the clouds

See a smiling face

And it gives me faith

Yeah, it gives me hope

Cause heaven is a home

Wherever I'm with you

All I wanted was a home

And heaven knows

That every word is true

I'm at home wherever I'm with you"

You sing softly, like a spell that envelops the air.

"Tired of the world

They're on my last damn nerve

Could life be heaven on earth?

After the hell we been through?

Stay away from my baby

Stay away from my home

That's all I ask of the world

That's all I ask of you"

You turn around gently.

"Don't forget why they're so mad

Look at just how deeply we've been blessed

Shining through the clouds

See a smiling face

And it gives me faith

Yeah, it gives me hope"

You twirled gracefully and your dress billowed elegantly in the air.

"Cause heaven is a home

Wherever I'm with you

All I wanted was a home

And heaven knows

That every word is true

I'm at home wherever I'm with you"

You gently stop your dance, bringing it to an end.

"This is a story of a girl

Who was once imprisoned by her own mind

And freedom's never felt this good"

You end up putting your hands to your chest, feeling every word and every gaze fixed on you.

The song ended amidst soft applause. The stage lights dimmed, and it was time to leave. You walked calmly toward your dressing room.

You and the boys headed to your trailers; each had your own space with a bed and changing area, just what you needed for a night away from home. You had your faithful mare, Dixie, a white Percheron with brown spots and blue eyes. Her long, white mane made her both imposing and noble.

As you were feeding her in the palace stable, a noise behind you made you tense up. Before you could react…

—AHHH! —you lunged at the mysterious man, pushing him to the ground, holding his shoulders tightly.

—Reader…?— said a hooded young man, that voice…

—Who are you…?— you asked, taking a step back and kneeling in front of him.

—It's me... Zuko.— he said, removing his hood.

—Zuko… wow! —you exclaimed, hugging him joyfully.

—It's so good to see you! You completely knocked me down— he said sadly.

—You scared me, I thought you were a weird man!— you replied, laughing.

You quickly separated and Zuko sat up, offering you his hand to help you up.

For a second, as Dixie huffed peacefully beside you, the past, the present, and everything you had lived through seemed to converge in that silent instant, charged with something that went beyond friendship… Because you had liked Zuko before his exile, but you had never said anything.

—Haha, I hope you enjoyed the welcome... I was so excited to see you again. How are you feeling?— you asked softly, moving a little closer to him.

Zuko lowered his gaze; his expression always concealed more than it revealed.

—It's been more than three years since I was exiled... what has changed in me?— he whispered, as if speaking more to himself than to you.

You dared to reach out and gently caress her cheek. Her skin was warm, and you felt it tense at your touch.

—Well, whatever has changed in you... I like you the way you are now. The trip changed you, Zuko; you seem more mature. And... whatever has been bothering you, I'm sure you'll work it out— you said with a gentle smile, trying to make your voice a refuge for him.

He slowly raised her gaze, and your eyes met. That heavy silence, where words were unnecessary, took your breath away. Your eyes filled with a touch of sadness, and you stepped back slightly, turning your back to her.

—What? What's wrong?— Zuko said, worried.

—It's like you've come back from the dead... You don't know how much this means... to everyone... what it means to me— you whispered, turning to look at him.

—Hey, it's okay...—he said, approaching.

—I've missed you so much...— you said, hugging him tightly.

—I've missed you too...— he replied, closing his eyes and resting his face on your head.

—If you want to talk to someone... you can talk to me— you whispered, pulling away slightly as your hand brushed against her cheek.

Zuko didn't answer you with words. He simply kissed you. At first, it was shy, but within seconds the kiss intensified. It was as if everything he had kept silent for years was suddenly released. Your hands sought his face, while his hands awkwardly encircled your waist, with a repressed longing for affection.

When he finally moved away, just inches from you, he was breathing heavily.

—Thank you… for listening. Your presentation was perfect— he murmured, resting his forehead against yours.

You smiled, your cheeks still flushed, and hugged him tightly, as if you never wanted to let go. You felt the weight of his weariness in your arms, as if he were finally allowing himself to rest.

Dixie, now calm, was asleep in the barn. Hand in hand, you walked in silence toward your caravan. The night sky accompanied you, and each step seemed to bring you closer.

When you arrived, you opened the door to let him in.

—You can stay here tonight... if you want— you said almost in a whisper, with a knot of nerves in your throat.

He nodded without hesitation. Once inside, he took off his boots and sat on the small bed, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. You couldn't remember ever seeing him so vulnerable, and it moved you deeply.

You approached and sat next to him.

—Didn't you sleep well?— you asked.

Zuko shook his head slightly.

—The nights in exile weren't easy… and they haven't been since I returned. I always feel that… that I don't deserve to be here

You hugged him from behind, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your face on his back.

—Shhh… you deserve to rest, Zuko.

He turned slowly, looking at you, and hugged you so tightly you almost lost your breath. You ended up lying together in bed. His warmth, his breath close to yours, made you feel safe… and loved.

—Thank you for staying with me...— he whispered, closing his eyes as he held you in his arms.

You snuggled against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Outside, the night continued, and for the first time in a long time, Zuko slept soundly.

You too fell asleep, lulled by his warmth.

---

The next morning, you slowly opened your eyes. Golden sunlight streamed through the window, gently illuminating the small caravan. Zuko was still asleep, breathing normally, holding you close as if he feared losing you even in his dreams.

You smiled, stroking his messy hair. There was something so endearing about seeing him like this, relaxed, without the tough exterior he usually wore during the day.

—Good morning...— he murmured suddenly, with the hoarse voice of someone who has just woken up, without yet opening his eyes.

—Good morning, Zuko...— you replied, leaning in to touch his lips in a soft kiss, a new beginning enveloped in the warmth of that morning.

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Zuko told you what had happened in Ba Sing Se. His voice was low, heavy with a guilt that seemed unwilling to let go. He spoke of his uncle, of how he had tried to visit him in prison… but the conversation hadn't gone as he'd hoped. There was something in his gaze—a lingering shadow, an open wound—that weighed heavily on your chest. You wanted to hug him, to lift that weight from his shoulders, even if all you could offer him was your presence.

As evening fell, you walked together to a hill overlooking the palace gardens. The sky blazed in shades of red and gold, reflecting the simmering fire within Zuko: fury, hope, pain… and something deeper that you dared not name. You sat beside him and gently rested your head on his shoulder. You felt his tense muscles begin to relax at your touch, and for a moment, the silence became a refuge.

To ease the melancholy that hung between you, you began to sing softly. Your voice mingled with the murmur of the wind, caressing the air:

"So you'll smile at everything I say

You got some soft lips and some pearly whites

I wanna touch them in the dead of night

Your smile ignites just like a candlelight

Then somehow, I know everything's alright

Melting like an ice cream when you smile

Melting, you're a daydream, stay a while…"

Zuko was looking at you. For the first time in a long time, his expression softened.

—You sing beautifully— he whispered, his deep voice vibrating near your ear.

You smiled shyly at him, without taking your eyes off his golden eyes.

—It's because I sing for you...— you said, your voice trembling slightly. —You're very handsome, you know that?

He frowned with a hint of surprise, turning towards you.

—Are you saying I'm a pretty boy?— he asked, incredulous, with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

—Yes! —you replied, laughing, amused by his reaction.

Zuko tilted his head, as if your words had completely thrown him off.

—Pretty?— he repeated softly, almost as if she were tasting the word for the first time.

—Mhmm! —you nodded, confidently, even though your heart was beating wildly.

Then he raised a hand and brushed his fingertips against your cheek. The touch was gentle, reverent, but it ignited a fire beneath your skin. His gaze drifted down to your lips, and the air grew thick, heavy with something neither of you dared to break.

When he finally kissed you, it was slow, restrained… as if he feared the world would shatter with a single movement. Your lips met his, warm and firm, and everything else vanished. His breath mingled with yours, the touch of his hands growing more determined, more needy. Each kiss was a silent confession, a “I’ve missed you” drowned in desire.

Zuko held you against his chest, digging his fingers into your hair as the kiss deepened, passionate, ardent, with a mixture of tenderness.

Suddenly, Azula's cold, authoritarian voice broke the magic that enveloped them, slashing the air like a dagger.

—Zuko! I was looking for you— he announced in that superior tone, arms crossed and a spark of annoyance in his golden eyes.

Zuko barely turned his head, still holding your waist. His gaze hardened.

—We're busy, Azula. Go away.

Before she could say another word, he kissed you again. It was a brief kiss, but full of intention, almost defiant. You could feel he was doing it on purpose, right in front of his sister. 

She raised an eyebrow, annoyed.

—I heard you paid a visit to the fat traitor— she spat disdainfully, and those words seemed to cut through Zuko like knives.

Her jaw tightened, she pulled away from you. She didn't answer, but you felt her racing pulse beneath your fingers, the contained rage in her breath.

—I'm watching you, little brother— Azula added, with a barely perceptible smile. —If anyone finds out about these visits, they'll think you're plotting. Be careful.

And without another word, he turned around, walking away with a firm step until he disappeared among the trees.

The silence returned, dense, almost electric. You let out a sigh that mingled with the distant sound of the wind.

—Wow… —you murmured, still processing what had happened.

Zuko turned to you without saying a word. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest, resting his forehead against yours. His breathing was warm, slightly trembling.

—Thank you for staying here with me— he whispered. —With you, I feel... at home.

Those words coursed through your skin like a slow fire. Your hands slid down his back, feeling the firmness of his muscles, the tension that still vibrated beneath his skin. You hugged him tightly, closing your eyes, letting his warmth envelop you completely.

—Relax for a moment... —you whispered in his ear, your voice low, almost a sigh— Nothing here can touch us.

He barely lifted his head, just enough to meet your gaze. The light of the setting sun bathed his face, highlighting the outline of his scar and accentuating the amber glow of his pupils. There was something raw and vulnerable in his expression, something that took your breath away.

His hand slowly traveled up your back until it rested at the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. The gesture was gentle at first, but soon grew firmer, more needy. Your breath mingled with his. Everything around you blurred: the sound of the wind, the colors of the sky, even time itself.

When his lips brushed against yours again, there was no rush, only that pent-up desire that had been waiting for far too long. The kiss was deeper, hungrier, charged with emotions that neither of you knew how to put into words. 

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent. It was as if all the pent-up fire of the years had finally been unleashed. Zuko took you by the waist and pulled you closer with restrained force, his breath mingling with yours, creating a silence heavy with desire.

Your fingers gripped her clothes, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric. Words weren't needed; the language of glances and touch was enough. In that instant, the world ceased to exist: there was no palace, no war, no fear. Only two souls meeting at the edge of dusk.

Zuko held you with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of his gaze. His hands trembled as they traced your back, and in each caress there was a mixture of doubt, need, and adoration.

The wind blew softly, lifting strands of your hair, and the last ray of the sun enveloped them in a golden glow before fading away completely.

He kissed you once more, and without breaking contact, he leaned down beside you, letting the fresh grass embrace you beneath the sky that was already turning a deep blue. Your breaths quickened; his name escaped your lips in a whisper. He responded with a firmer touch, with a surrender that said what his voice could not.

That night, fire and voice joined in silence.

The world stood still as the sky enveloped them, and in the stillness of the darkness, you understood that nothing would ever be the same again. They surrendered themselves to each other, body and soul.

---

Days passed and, to your surprise, Zuko invited you to Ember Island along with Azula, Ty Lee, and Mai.

You were traveling by boat, the sun shining on the horizon, and the sea breeze caressing your hair. You leaned against Zuko's shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours. Although he seemed a little grumpy, you couldn't help but smile at that mixture of irritation and tenderness that always made you feel… at peace.

—I can't wait to get to Ember Island!— Ty Lee exclaimed, jumping up and down in his seat with excitement. —It'll be great to just relax on the beach and do absolutely nothing.

—Doing nothing is a waste of time. We were forced into vacation... I feel like a child— Zuko complained, crossing his arms.

—Relax, brother— Azula said, in her usual cold but firm tone. —Dad wants to meet with his advisors without anyone around, it's nothing personal.

—Does your family have a house on Ember Island?— you asked, resting your head a little more on his shoulder, seeking his attention.

—We used to come here every summer when we were kids—Azula replied, hinting at a barely perceptible nostalgia.

Zuko frowned and muttered:

—That was a long time ago.

You laughed softly, letting your fingers play with the fabric of your dress.

—Well, you can still enjoy it now— you whispered, brushing your hand against his arm. —Not everything has to be serious, Zuko.

He glanced at you, and although his brow was still furrowed, a small hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

Finally, you docked at the holiday home. Lo and Li, the two elderly women who looked after the house, welcomed you with open arms and warm smiles.

Upon entering, Zuko approached you with a displeased expression and whispered:

—It smells like a nursing home.

—I think it's adorable— you replied, amused, as you glanced around the decor. —It's... cozy.

You approached a large painting depicting two elegant women.

—Who are those two beautiful women?— Ty Lee asked curiously.

—Can't you see? It's us!— said Lo and Li, posing just like in the portrait.

Zuko almost threw up at the scene. You couldn't help but laugh, and you patted him on the back.

—Come on, don't be so dramatic… 

Then they took you to your rooms. Ty Lee collapsed onto the bed, thrilled.

—I loved the design of this fabric!

—The decor is lovely— you added cheerfully, stroking the embroidered details of the mattress. —Besides... I like that we can relax together a bit, don't you think, Zuko?

He tilted his head and looked at you sideways, with that mixture of annoyance and something you couldn't quite identify.

—I guess so...— he grunted, but he didn't take his eyes off you.

Mai, as always, had a different opinion.

—Really? It's like the beach threw up here.

Lo and Li did not seem offended.

—We know you're upset about being forced to come, but Ember Island is magical. Just open your mind… the beach softens even the roughest rock.

Suddenly, both elderly women removed their robes, revealing their swimsuits.

—Time to go to the beach!

You quickly covered Zuko's eyes with your hand, surprised.

On the beach, you wore a white two-piece swimsuit that contrasted beautifully with your sun-kissed skin. Zuko, ever the protector, walked beside you, holding the umbrella over both of you and making sure with his intense gaze that no one got too close. Every time he brushed against you as he adjusted the fabric, you felt a shiver run from head to toe.

Azula, meanwhile, brazenly crushed a sandcastle built by some children, claiming the beach as if it belonged to her. Ty Lee laughed, delighted by the scene, while a boy rushed over to help her with her things, displaying an exaggerated kindness that made Ty Lee shine even brighter.

Zuko set up the umbrella and spread the blanket on the sand. You sat down beside him, your body brushing against his. When you picked up your pencil to draw, you ended up resting your head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his torso and the feel of his arms barely touching your back. Every time you looked up, his gaze met yours, intense and provocative, and you felt your heart race.

Suddenly, he handed you a small white seashell with a pink interior, holding it between his large, warm fingers.

—Here, this is for you—he said, with a gentleness that made you tremble a little.

Your eyes lit up.

—Oh, Zuko! How adorable... thank you— you exclaimed, taking the conch shell and feeling the strength of his fingers brushing against yours.

—I saw it and knew you'd like it— he replied, smiling at you in that way that took your breath away.

You couldn't resist and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. The warmth emanating from her body and the closeness of her breath sent a tingle through your torso.

After a while, Zuko got up.

—Where are you going?— you asked, your voice tinged with curiosity and a little mischief.

—I'll go buy something— he said, and in a few minutes she returned with two ice creams, holding them up in front of you.

—It's very hot… Here.

You received the ice cream and, unintentionally, some fell on your leg, staining your white swimsuit.

—Oh no!— you exclaimed, and looked at him with a mixture of amusement and reproach.

—I'm sorry, I...— Zuko began, leaning closer to you, and the heat of his torso against yours made your breathing quicken.

You interrupted him with laughter, your fingers brushing against his hand as you took the ice cream from your clothes and put it back in the empty cone.

—It's okay. Look, it's easy to fix.— Your hands met hers as you did so. —There!

Zuko let out a low, masculine laugh, then reached out with a napkin to carefully clean the stain, his fingers brushing against your skin with every movement.

—Let me help you...— he whispered, her voice filled with a warmth that made your body react without you being able to stop it.

—Thank you —you replied softly, looking at his face and feeling his eyes travel over you, intense, provocative, while a delicious tingling sensation rose up your neck to your cheeks.

You smiled mischievously, letting your fingers gently brush against his chest as you pointed at him, and then you pointed at yourself, then, with a glint of mischief in your eyes, you pointed at some rocks in the distance, away from the rest of the beach. 

Zuko watched you, his brow furrowing first in confusion… but then in understanding. His mouth parted slightly, and he couldn't help but smile, barely perceptible, heavy with desire.

—Are you suggesting...?— he murmured, his voice deep and husky, making your heart beat faster.

You nodded slightly, biting your lower lip, enjoying the tension that was building between you. 

Zuko leaned towards you, his fingers brushing against yours as his forehead rested against yours, and a sigh escaped from his chest.

—You're impossible— he whispered, barely audible, but full of intensity.

Suddenly, Azula's voice echoed from a nearby group of young people playing volleyball:

—Lazybones! It's our turn. Ty Lee, come here right now. You too— she said, pointing at you with that authority that made it impossible to refuse.

—Ugh, I hate sports...— you muttered, reluctantly getting up and raising an eyebrow. —I guess we'll just have to wait...

Zuko sighed heavily, clearly frustrated, and removed his robes, revealing his firm, tanned torso. His gaze locked on you for a moment before several nearby girls began eyeing him with flirtatious smiles. You clung to his arm, feeling a slight warmth spread through your body, mixed with jealousy and… something else that made you bite your lip.

—Hey! Don't get distracted by them— you whispered, brushing your hand against hers as you approached. —We haven't finished our... conversation yet.

He growled softly, clenching his fists, clearly frustrated, and his eyes met yours, filled with a contained fire.

—Damn interruption!— he muttered, his voice deep and tense. —Just when... well, you know... I was concentrating.

—Hehe, sorry— you said playfully, letting your fingers brush against his arm. —But it looks like it's our turn to play now...

Azula began giving orders as we lined up:

—See that girl with the ridiculous hairstyle? Her left foot is unsteady; we should pass her the ball and smash her.

The game began. Zuko jumped, thumped the ball, and sweated in the sun, and you could barely tear your eyes away from his moving body. Every time you accidentally touched him while passing the ball, you felt a shudder, and he responded with a longer, more intense touch than necessary, making it clear that his frustration wasn't just about the game.

—Yes! They have suffered the defeat of their lives. They will never rise from the ashes of shame and humiliation— Azula declared dramatically at the end.

You leaned back a little against Zuko, trying to catch your breath, and he wouldn't let you without gently pressing his shoulder against your back, brushing against your waist with every movement.

—Are you still upset about what happened earlier?— you asked mischievously, tilting your head towards him. —I didn't mean to interrupt... but it was fun to see your face.

—Funny for you...— Zuko growled, his eyes gleaming with suppressed fire. —I'm... frustrated.

—Frustrated, huh?— you smiled playfully, gently stroking his arm. —Maybe you can take your mind off things with me later, if you want.

Two boys approached, and you automatically grabbed Zuko's arm, seeking his protection.

—I'm having a party tonight. Do you want to come?— one of them said, looking at Ty Lee.

—Of course! I love parties —she replied cheerfully.

—Your two friends can come too— the other added, addressing you and Mai.

You frowned, letting your hand brush against Zuko's for support.

—I don't think we need your invitation, do we?— you whispered, looking at him with a mischievous smile, letting the tension between you become more evident.

Azula stepped forward.

—And what about us? Don't you plan to invite us? Don't you know who we are?

—You don't know us... we're Chan and Ruon-Jian— the boys replied arrogantly.

Zuko stepped forward, clearly annoyed, but Azula stopped him with one hand. He clenched his jaw, and you noticed his fingers tense beside you, a sign that his frustration wasn't just about the boys.

—Very well, we're invited— he said. —Just so you know, the most important teenagers in the Fire Nation will be attending. Try to behave yourselves.

—We'll do our best— Azula replied.

---

After your passionate encounter alone on the beach, you were all eating together at the beach house. The air felt lighter, and you smiled contentedly, remembering how Zuko had made you feel. His presence beside you filled you with a warmth that no conversation could take away.

—Why didn't you tell them who we were?— Zuko asked Azula, clearly annoyed, as you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling every beat of his heart.

—I suppose I was surprised. I'm used to being adored— Azula replied with an almost amused smile.

—They should— Ty Lee chimed in enthusiastically.

—I know, and I love it— Azula replied. —But I wanted to see how people would treat us without knowing who we are.

You tilted your head towards Zuko, brushing your cheek against his shoulder, and whispered mischievously in his ear:

—I wish we had a free night... Maybe not going to the party would be a good idea...

He let out a deep sigh and gently squeezed your hand on the table, his gaze softening as it met yours.

The old women spoke in that slow, wise voice that always seemed to hide a message:

—Like waves that erase footprints in the sand, Ember Island offers everyone a new beginning, revealing their true selves.

Then they stood up and applauded like excited little girls.

—Let's go to the party!— they said in unison.

You sighed softly, rolling your eyes as you sat up.

—Should we really go?— you asked, half amused, half resigned.

—Let's go! This will be fun!— exclaimed Ty Lee, jumping up and down excitedly.

—I spend almost every day at parties, dancing and entertaining... and now, on my day off, I'm going to another party?— you sighed resignedly, but they finally convinced you. You chose a white dress with pink flowers and let your hair down, letting the breeze caress it.

Zuko approached you when he saw you, tracing your back with his fingertips and brushing against your waist as he gave you a soft, lingering kiss, heavy with suppressed desire. You leaned against him, letting yourself be enveloped by the warmth of his body and the lingering tension between you.

You arrived at the mansion and Azula was the one who knocked on the door.

—You're early, there's no one here yet— Chan said, opening the door with a nervous smile.

—You said the party would last from afternoon until dawn. And here we are— Azula replied coldly, crossing her arms.

—It was just an expression...— Chan stammered, uncomfortably.

—We are perfect and punctual guests— Azula declared, entering with her head held high.

Once inside, Chan warned you that her father, an admiral, mustn't find out about the party. You rolled your eyes silently as Zuko let out an annoyed snort. Chan's friend was there, and Zuko noticed him looking you up and down, brazenly sizing you up.

—That guy... he acts like everything belongs to him— Zuko muttered, his voice laced with annoyance. —What do you think of him?

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh as you affectionately stroked his arm.
—Are you jealous, Prince Zuko?— you asked, playfully and flirtatiously. —I find it kind of adorable...

—I'm not jealous— he replied immediately, looking away, trying to hide the heat you felt from his closeness.

—Of course— you whispered, a mischievous smile playing on your lips, as you leaned slightly toward him. —But you don't have to. That guy seems self-centered and empty. Besides... you're a thousand times better than him, stronger, and much more handsome, Zuko. I'd be a fool to go for someone like that... Besides... you know how to make me feel good...

He looked at you silently, and for the first time that afternoon, his jaw relaxed and a faint, satisfied smile appeared.
—Sometimes... I don't understand how you can see anything good in me— he whispered, brushing his hand against yours.

—Because you have it— you replied without hesitation, bringing your face a little closer to his. —Even if you don't always believe it, you're an amazing person, Zuko.

Her eyes softened, and with a slight nod, she led you to a secluded sofa, where her fingers brushed against yours with every movement.

You sat down next to him, and Zuko put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his chest. You snuggled against him, feeling every beat of his heart and the warmth of his body against yours. You closed your eyes, letting his calm breathing envelop you, but the memory of the situation with Ruon-Jian still lingered, heightening the tension between you.

—I can't believe I'm here— you murmured, your voice sleepy. —These holidays... they're not fun. I spend so much time at events like this, it feels like working on vacation.

Zuko lowered his chin to rest gently on your shoulder.
—I know...# he whispered, his warm tone sending a shiver down your spine.

Without warning, he began to kiss your neck, slowly and provocatively, while holding your hand delicately, but firmly, as if he didn't want anyone else to touch it.

—Don't you want me to bring you something to eat? —he said between kisses, brushing her lips with the tips of yours.

—You're right...— you said with a small pout, letting his warmth wash over you. —I'm hungry... Could you bring me something delicious to eat?

—I'll be right back— he murmured, placing a soft kiss on your cheek before getting up.

You stood there, playing with your hair and smiling like an idiot, when Ruon-Jian approached, trying to strike up a conversation. You responded politely, but without interest, and although you tried to ignore him, the way he was looking at you caused Zuko to see everything from across the room.

A boy bumped into him, knocking the tray to the ground.
—Watch out! That food was for my girlfriend!— Zuko roared, his eyes blazing with anger and a simmering fire you could almost feel beside you.

You tried to approach, but Ruon-Jian stepped in front of you with a mocking smile, blocking your path. Zuko didn't hesitate: he shoved him aside, and you felt a warmth spread through your body at his reaction.

—What are you doing?— Ruon-Jian growled.

—Stay away from my girlfriend!— Zuko exclaimed, his voice deep and tense, the desire to protect you and mark his territory evident in every muscle of his body.

—Relax, it's just a party— the boy teased, provoking him.

Zuko reacted immediately, shoving him hard until he crashed into a vase, shattering it into a thousand pieces. For a moment, seeing your boyfriend so protective, so impulsive… made your pulse race. The heat between you became electric, and a wave of sexual tension coursed through your body.

You ran to him and gently took his wrist, looking him straight in the eyes.
—Zuko…— you whispered calmly. —That's it, okay? It's not worth it. What's wrong with you?

—What's wrong with me?— he grumbled through gritted teeth, breathing heavily, while giving you a look full of repressed desire.

—You seem... tense— you murmured, gently stroking his arm. —Do you want to talk about it?

For a moment, her breathing calmed, but before she could reply, Chan shouted from the back,
—You broke my antique vase! Get out of here!

—I was just leaving!— Zuko retorted, turning around and slamming the door.

—Have fun by yourself, loser— Ruon-Jian scoffed.

—Well said—Chan added sarcastically.

You looked at them with disdain, stifling a sigh.
—Idiots— you muttered through gritted teeth, following Zuko.

Finally, you decided to head to the beach. The night breeze caressed your skin, mixing the sea salt with the warmth you still felt from its proximity.

Later, Azula returned and Zuko sat beside you. You gazed at him tenderly, gently touching his hand with yours. His eyes met yours, and you saw a simmering fire in them; he was still angry.

—I'm glad you're here...— Zuko whispered.

—Always, Zuko— you replied, leaning towards him.

Seeing you smile, Zuko seemed to relax just a little.

—Are you cold?— he asked, gently placing his hand on your arm.

—Maybe a little— you whispered, leaning towards him. —But with you, it doesn't matter anymore.

—I'll light a bonfire— he said, getting up with determination.

Minutes later, the fire glowed on the beach, but there were no branches or papers: Zuko had taken a family portrait and was letting it burn. The flames licked the edges of the frame, illuminating his face with orange highlights, and you stared at him in surprise, a lump in your throat.

—Zuko… but what are you doing? —you asked, your voice soft and trembling.

—What do I look like I'm doing?— he retorted, crossing his arms with a defiant look.

—But... it's a picture of your family— you tried, trying to understand, while your heart felt heavy.

—Do you think I care?— he replied bitterly, his dark eyes fixed on the flames.

—I think so...— Ty Lee interjected cautiously, moving a little closer.

—You don't know me! Mind your own business!— Zuko shouted, turning his back on us as his silhouette was outlined against the fire.

—Yes, I know you...— Ty Lee insisted, lowering his voice.

—You don't know me! You're locked in your own little world where everything works perfectly!— Zuko suddenly spun around, his eyes blazing with fury.

—Zuko! Don't talk to him like that…!— you reprimanded him firmly, even though your chest ached to see him so hurt and angry.

He snorted, and with a sarcasm that bordered on the absurd, he imitated Ty Lee's voice:
—I'm so cute, look at me! I can walk on my hands!

Zuko walked on his hands, mocking them. Shortly after, he collapsed onto the sand, exhausted.

—Ah, circus girl— he muttered through gritted teeth, still irritated.

Azula let out a cruel laugh from a corner.

—Yes! I'm a circus girl! Laugh all you want. Do you know why I joined the circus?— Ty Lee raised her voice, hurt and determined to explain.

—Here we go...— Azula rolled her eyes, clearly impatient.

Ty Lee recounted her story: how she had felt trapped between her six sisters, how the circus was her escape and her way to find freedom.

—Circus girl is a great compliment!— she said proudly, finishing her story.

—I suppose that explains why you need ten boyfriends— Mai remarked, with her usual coldness.

You opened your eyes, indignant, and looked directly at Mai:
—Sorry, what!— you exclaimed, defending Ty Lee.

—Attention problems. You didn't get enough attention as a child and now you're trying to compensate— Mai added coldly.

—Wow! And what's your excuse, Mai?— you interjected, crossing your arms and frowning. —You were an only child for fifteen years, so don't come at me with lectures— you defended Ty Lee, your voice firm and a little fire in your eyes.

Ty Lee nodded, annoyed but grateful for your support.
—Yeah… even with all that attention, your aura is bleak, dirty, and gray— she said, suppressing a sigh.

—I don't believe in that nonsense about auras— Mai replied disdainfully. —Sorry, I'm not as sensitive or crazy as you guys.

You sighed deeply, trying to stay calm, but Mai continued talking, recounting how her mother controlled every aspect of her life. She barely finished before exploding:
—Leave me alone! What's wrong with you? You made me talk, now you talk. In the end, you're just a courtesan.— Mai exclaimed, pointing at you.

—Courtesan?! You daughter of a...!— you stood up indignantly. —Hey! Don't be rude. You know better than anyone that I'm an artist. I'm sorry I don't have the same fighting skills as you, but you always ended up dragging me on the ground during a fight. It wasn't my place. That's how I got into theater.

—Ah, right... you chose the easy job. Artist… —Mai spat out the word sarcastically.

—Do you think I don't get tired? I'm exhausted!. Oh, and I apologize if hitting people isn't my forte, but when I can finally retire to rest, I can barely see straight. I still try to smile, though!— you complained irritably, though in the end you smiled sadly.

—Ha. As if smiling were difficult— Azula snorted.

—Is that what exhausts you, smiling and being adored by everyone?— Mai added, fixing her eyes on you.

You crossed your arms, frustrated.
—And your duty must be much worse, right? You wander around, being waited on by your father's servants. Oh, that sounds awful!— you said sarcastically, barely containing your anger.

—Okay, I say we take a break, take a few deep breaths and…— Ty Lee tried.

—Don't pretend you know what it's like to live my life!— Mai shouted.

—And don't you pretend you know what the entertainment world is like. Do you even know what it's like to be me? Please!— you replied, raising your voice.

—Leave her alone, Mai!— Zuko stood up, frowning. His tone was firm, protective.

—Calm down!— Ty Lee raised his hands. —All this negative energy is really bad for your skin! You're out of control!

Zuko stepped forward, his voice cracking with anger and pain.
—My skin?! A normal teenager would worry about that, but I don't have that luxury! My father decided to teach me a permanent lesson with my face.

Ty Lee opened his mouth, but didn't manage to say anything.

Zuko continued, his voice heavy with frustration.
—For a long time, I thought I'd be happy if my father accepted me. Now I'm back, and he speaks to me! He even considers me a hero! I should be perfect! I should be happy! But I'm not... and I don't know why!

Azula looked at him with those cold, calculating eyes.
—There's only one question you need to answer: Who are you angry with?

—Nobody... I'm just angry— he growled.

You approached cautiously, your voice barely a whisper.
—Zuko... who are you angry with?

He looked at you, his eyes blazing with pain.
—With everyone! I don't know!

—Is it with Dad?— Azula asked mercilessly.

—No!— he cried, the fire swirling around him.

—Come on, answer me— Azula insisted.

—I'm angry at myself!— Zuko roared, and the campfire flared violently before suddenly going out.

Silence fell over everyone. The air smelled of smoke and salt.

You approached slowly, placing your hands on her face.
—Why?— you whispered, with infinite tenderness.

Zuko lowered his gaze, his voice barely audible.
—Because I'm confused. I can't even tell the difference between good and evil...

—You're pathetic— Azula muttered coldly.

You dismissed it. You gently stroked Zuko's cheek with your thumbs.
—You're better... You've been so tense since the party. I was worried about you. But now... now I understand. And I'm glad you've found the source of your anger— you whispered, smiling sweetly.

Zuko looked up, his eyes softened, and without another word, he kissed you passionately, your tongues intertwining. You hugged him, returning his kiss with your heart pounding. You felt his trembling, his warmth, his fear, and his relief, all in a single instant.

Slow, mocking claps broke the silence.
—Congratulations! Those were great performances!— Azula said sarcastically.

Zuko pulled you close to his chest, wrapping his arm around you, his gaze burning.
—I suppose you'd never understand, Azula. You're too perfect.

You placed your hand on his chest, feeling the accelerated heartbeat beneath your fingers.

—You’re right,— Azula said calmly. —I don’t have sad stories like you do. I could complain that Mom preferred Zuko, but I don’t care. My own mother saw me as a monster… and she was right. But it still hurts.

You remained silent, squeezing Zuko's hand tightly, trying to convey to him that he was not alone, that his anger and pain could rest for a moment in you.

—What Lo and Li said was true— you whispered softly. —The beach helped us get to know ourselves better.

Ty Lee, smiling with a touch of melancholy, held a small, smooth stone between her fingers.
—Everything feels soft... I'll always remember this.

Azula, vulnerable for a moment, let a glimmer appear in her eyes.
—Do you know what would make this trip truly memorable?— she said, more to herself than to anyone in particular.

---

They returned to the mansion from the party. Azula knocked firmly on the door, her presence imposing.

—We have bad news, Chan— he announced coldly.

—The party's over!— Zuko added, turning around decisively.

They entered. Zuko, with the pent-up rage he had carried with him for so long, kicked and smashed a table. Mai deftly cut the tapestries, Ty Lee nimbly toppled the chandeliers, and chaos erupted all around.

You stayed by the refreshment table, eating with a mischievous smile and stealing small portions, enjoying the controlled anarchy.

You watched as everything turned into a spectacle of amusing destruction, while Chan wept inconsolably, powerless as his beautiful house fell in a matter of seconds.

Zuko turned back to you, a mischievous smile a stark contrast to his earlier fury.
—Are you having a good time, miss?— he asked, offering you a peach with a protective and tender gesture.

—Wonderful, Prince Zuko— you replied, taking the fruit in your hands and feeling the warmth of his gesture.

—Come here...— he said, approaching and wrapping his arms around your waist, leaning in to kiss you gently.

You clung to him, tenderly returning the kiss, letting the mix of chaos, heat, and adrenaline of the moment transform into an instant of deep connection, where only the two of you existed and nothing else mattered.

Chapter Text

Several days passed. It was midnight, and you were in your trailer, combing your hair in front of the mirror, while your theater group rested near the palace. Suddenly, something tapped on the window: soft, insistent pebbles.

You got up, surprised.

—Gina? Is that you? It's a bit late to be checking itineraries— you exclaimed, walking curiously towards the door.

When you opened the door, you were met with someone unexpected. It was Zuko.

You approached gracefully, trying to hide the surprise in your voice.

—Ah? Ah! Zuko... what are you doing here? It's late— you whispered as you approached him.

He lowered his gaze, a slight blush crossing his cheeks.

—Me? I just stopped by to say hello...— she said in a subdued voice.

—Oh, and couldn't you wait until tomorrow?— you asked, smiling gently at him.

—I thought you missed me a lot— he replied, giving you a shy smile.

—Mmm haha, always... and, what's wrong?— you said, leaning slightly to look at him.

—Me? Nothing...— he replied, taking a step back, as if trying to distance herself from her own emotional burden.

—You have something— you insisted, curiosity shining in your eyes.

—I don't know... Can I come in?— he asked, gesturing to the caravan with an indecisive gesture.

—Come in— you said, gently taking his hand and guiding him inside.

Once inside, Zuko plopped down in the small armchair, while you sat nearby. He began to tell you, in a low voice, how two days earlier he had received a letter from his uncle, and because of it, he had been studying the history of his two grandfathers: Fire Lord Sozin, and... Avatar Roku.

You could see the tension in his face, the inner turmoil that consumed him. Without thinking, you went to him and hugged him, trying to comfort him with your warmth. He leaned against you, closing his eyes.

---

Zuko visited you the following afternoon, asking you to accompany him to the palace. You accepted without hesitation, happy to spend a little more time with him.

You walked together to the living room: a spacious room, lit by torches that gave the place a warm, golden glow. The air smelled of wood and freshly brewed tea. You sat down in the large crimson armchair, and he embraced you tenderly, putting his arm around you as you snuggled against his chest, listening to his steady breathing.

—Tell me— he murmured suddenly, raising his gaze to you with a gentle expression. —If you could have anything right now, what would it be?

You smiled at him playfully.

—Anything?— you said thoughtfully, pretending to consider it. —Hmm... Ah, I know! Fresh strawberries and lots of whipped cream.

Zuko raised an eyebrow, amused, and a smile spread across his lips.

—Is that all?— he joked, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. —You know, being a prince, I could easily grant you that wish.

You laughed softly, letting yourself be enveloped by the warmth of his touch.

—That would be wonderful, Zuko...— you whispered, looking at him tenderly.

Without letting go of you, he turned towards the guards and raised his voice:

—I want a tray with lots of fresh strawberries and whipped cream for the young lady!

One of the servants bowed his head.

—Excellent choice, sir— he replied, before disappearing behind the door.

You let out a soft giggle and rested your head on his shoulder, feeling protected.

—I wish you had more days off...— you said softly, —So we could spend more time together. Being royalty has its advantages, yes, but it must be exhausting too. Like that war meeting I heard about...— you sighed distractedly.

At that moment, you felt his body tense. The air shifted. Zuko pulled back slightly, his gaze hardening.

—What? What are you talking about?— he asked sharply.

You blinked, confused by his reaction.

—A-Azula said something...— you stammered, a lump forming in your throat. —I assumed you already knew. Didn't you... didn't you know?

He looked away, his jaw clenched in frustration.

—I guess I wasn't invited...— he finally said, her voice low and restrained, but with a latent fury.

You looked at him with concern, slowly approached him, and took his hand.

You snuggled back against his chest, trying to calm him down.

The next day you had a presentation. Everything went perfectly; the audience was delighted, and with a smile you decided to go to the palace to see Zuko. It was already night when you arrived. You left Dixie in the stables and walked to the main hall, where you found him standing, gazing out the window at the horizon.

You approached slowly, cautiously, until you were beside her.

—Zuko... are you okay, handsome? Are you still upset about the meeting?— you asked in a low voice.

—That's right— he replied without turning around.

—Perhaps that's for the best...— you whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. —Think about what happened the last time you went to a meeting like that.

—I know...— he murmured, his voice tired, almost lifeless.

You bit your lip, looking for a way to relieve him of the weight he was carrying.

—You know what would do you good? Clearing your head a bit. We could go for a walk with Dixie... or have something to eat together— you said as you put your arms around him and rested your head on his neck.

He didn't react at first, lost in his thoughts. You sighed softly and decided to stay like that, holding him, in silence. You didn't need words; just to be there, keeping him company.

---

The next morning, on your way to another performance, you passed by the palace. There were still hours until your performance, so you took the opportunity to see him. You found him again in the drawing room, with the same shadow of sadness. Without saying a word, you prepared tea for both of you. Just as you were about to serve it, a servant entered and knelt before you.

—Prince Zuko, they are waiting for you— he announced.

They both got up from the sofa at the same time.

—What?— Zuko asked, frowning.

The admirals, generals, war ministers, and the princess have already arrived. Only you are missing.

Zuko blinked, surprised.

—So... my father wants me to go to the meeting?

—The Fire Lord will not begin until I arrive— the servant replied solemnly.

A small smile touched his lips. Then he looked at you, and you smiled back tenderly. At last, they had recognized him.

While he was attending the meeting, you went to your presentation. Everything went flawlessly: the applause was thunderous, and every gesture from the audience confirmed that you had done it once again.

Later, you returned to the palace, your heart brimming with excitement, eager to tell him how it had gone. But the guards informed you that the meeting wasn't over yet, so you decided to wait for him.

Minutes later, you saw him walk out of the large living room door. His posture was firm, but his brow was still furrowed.

—Zuko!— you ran towards him with a smile. —How did it go?

—When I arrived... they welcomed me. My father even had a seat prepared next to him; I was his right-hand man...— he said softly.

You gently took his arm and began walking together through the palace corridors.

—So... how are you feeling?— you asked cautiously.

He stopped in front of a large portrait of Ozai. He regarded it with a bitter expression and his fists clenched.

—I was the perfect prince, the son my father wanted... but I wasn't me— he whispered in a thread of a voice.

Your heart sank when you heard it. Without hesitation, you hugged his arm tightly, pressing yourself against him, offering him support.

---

The Day of Black Sun arrived like a shadow that stretched across the entire Kingdom. The Fire Nation was under maximum protection; every palace corridor, every corner, watched with watchful eyes. You knew Zuko had to be there, locked away in some shelter with his family... far away from you.

That afternoon, you and your group celebrated the end of the month's performances. Amid laughter, songs, and lights, you tried to ignore the feeling that something important was about to happen. As the sun began to set and the world was plunged into an unnatural silence, you felt the air grow heavy, almost sad. Even so, you watched the eclipse in awe. It was beautiful... but it also foreshadowed change.

That night, you returned to your caravan. The place was peaceful, surrounded by tall trees and the soft chirping of crickets. Dixie whinnied as soon as she saw you approach, and you gently stroked her forehead.

—Relax, beautiful... everything is fine— you whispered, even though you weren't sure yourself.

As you entered the caravan, a chill ran down your spine. Everything seemed in order... until your eyes fell on the bed. There, on the pillow, lay a letter. Your heart skipped a beat. You recognized the handwriting instantly. It was from Zuko.

Your hands trembled as you broke the seal. The sound of the paper tearing was the only thing that filled the silence. You took a deep breath and began to read, your heart heavy:

"Darling...

I don't know where to begin or how to find the words to tell you what I owe you. This letter is the hardest thing I've ever written.

Being with you made me feel something I thought I'd lost forever: peace. You were my refuge in a world that demands I be someone I don't want to be. But precisely because you mean so much to me... I must let you go.

Today I made a decision. I can't stay here. I must go with the Avatar. Not out of hatred, nor out of betrayal of my people, but because it's the only way to save my nation... to save myself. The path Azula chose is not mine. And though it will hurt more than I imagined, I must walk it without you by my side.

If anyone were to discover my feelings for you, if anyone knew what we shared, your life would be in danger. You would be branded an accomplice, a traitor. I couldn't bear to see you suffer because of me. I prefer to bear the weight of my own decisions alone.

I swear this isn't goodbye because I've stopped loving you. It's quite the opposite. It hurts to leave you because I love you so much... but duty calls and I must answer.

Thank you for being my safe place when I lost everything.

-Zuko"

Tears began to fall onto the paper, blurring the words he had left for you. You clutched it to your chest, wishing the warmth of your body would bring him back, even though you knew it was too late. Something inside you broke that night, something deep and silent.

The entire forest seemed to mourn you; the crickets fell silent, and the wind only whispered his name. You lay down on the bed, still holding the letter in your trembling hands. The scent of the paper, the firm stroke of his handwriting... were all that remained of him.

You closed your eyes, trying to hate him for leaving you. But instead of anger, all you felt was an unbearable emptiness, a void where there had once been fire.

He left.

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You spent the entire night unable to sleep. Every time you closed your eyes, the image of his lyrics—his farewell—returned to your mind like a pang. When dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains of your dressing room, and you burst into tears again, burying your face in the sofa. Luckily, it was your day off... though that made no difference. In a week, you would have to perform at the biggest fair of the year, on Ember Island: rides, dancing, plays, food, laughter... and you felt like a broken actress barely able to keep her makeup on.

Gina had been knocking for hours, and finally she flung it open, worried. You were sprawled on the sofa, your face buried in the pillow, holding a jar of whipped cream with strawberries. Well... the fifth jar.

—Are you okay? What's wrong?— she asked, cautiously approaching her.

—Nothing...— you murmured, without lifting your head.

—Is it because I ate the last piece of cake yesterday? Or because of something I said?— she stammered nervously.

—He... he left me...— you whispered, your voice breaking.

—What?— She asked, moving closer.

—...He left me...— you repeated, a little louder, but with the same broken tone.

—I don't understand...

Suddenly you raised your head. Your eyes were swollen, your mascara was running like war paint, and you shouted:

—He left me! He broke up with me! With a letter! Even though I've loved him for as long as I can remember, even though I supported him, even though I did everything for him! And it's not fair!— you exclaimed before burying your face back in the pillow, crying uncontrollably.

Gina froze for a few seconds, until you grabbed the letter from the small table and practically threw it in her face. She caught it mid-air, opened it, and read it silently.

—I understand... but you can't lock yourself up here forever. You need to eat something...— she said gently.

—Leave me alone! Can't you see how distraught, disappointed, and depressed I am?— you sobbed, shoveling another spoonful of cream into your mouth. —Yum... yum... yum... ahhh!— you continued, still crying with your mouth full.

Gina sighed and took out a box she had with her.

—The boys and I bought you something.

—If it's not another tub of strawberry whipped cream... or the news that they canceled the Ember Island Fair... I'm not interested!— you exclaimed dramatically, throwing your head back.

—It's food. Good food— she replied, opening the box.

You barely sat up, looking at her suspiciously.

—Gina, my good friend... I already have food— you replied, taking out a box of chocolates that you had hidden under the cushion.

She rolled her eyes and tossed the box to you with a little thud. It was a full breakfast, still warm.

—We were all worried because you weren't going out... so we decided to give you this— she explained with a kind smile.

You sighed, taking the plate as if it were a divine gift.

—Thank you... Ahhh... my first breakup... —you murmured, letting another tear escape.

Gina sat next to you.

—You'll get over it. And I say this with affection... but... you didn't remove your makeup yesterday. Your mascara is running— she said, handing you your hand mirror.

You looked at yourself. Your hair looked like a bird's nest, your lipstick had smeared down to your chin, and your cheeks were an abstract painting of tears and makeup.

—Oh, wow...— you sighed resignedly.

—Let's go to the hot springs. You need to bathe and get ready— Gina said, taking your arm to make you stand up.

And so the week passed. The pain remained, constant, like a wound that wouldn't heal. You struggled to concentrate: during rehearsals you were distracted, irritable, and sometimes your voice cracked.

And just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, they gave you the news: they wanted you to join the cast of a new play on Ember Island.

A work called "The Child in the Iceberg."

—This has to be a fucking joke...— you muttered under your breath as you saw the poster.

---

You were rehearsing with the Ember Island theater group. After so many performances, you were like a family, though you still argued from time to time. Gina, as always, accompanied you during rehearsals, observing everything with a critical eye.

—Work is disgusting, but work is work...— she muttered.

You were backstage, rehearsing the choral part of the song. You stepped forward, embodying the girl who would play Katara: sentimental, tearful, dramatic... quite a challenge.

But as you stepped back, your foot landed right on a loose board. It lifted up and slammed into your backside, knocking you off your balance. You fell to your knees, then to all fours, letting out a muffled cry.

—Ahhh!— you groaned, bringing your hand to the spot where you'd been hit.

—Uuuh!— they all repeated in unison, holding back their laughter.

You sat up, your face red with annoyance, brushing the dust off your dress.

—Oh, my poor...! Ahh, I hate being at this dreadful fair!— you sighed, while you fixed your hair with dignity.

—Come on, it wasn't so bad— said Ran, the group's leader, in his usual relaxed tone. —You didn't hit the side that sings. We can keep rehearsing.

You looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and anger, still rubbing your leg.

—I refuse to work under these conditions!— You crossed your arms like a total diva.

—Oh, oh... it's already started— whispered one of the actors, amused.

Ran raised her hands, trying to calm you down.

—I have an idea. Rehearse quietly, and then I'll take care of that log. I'll give him a long lecture, okay?— he said, with a mocking smile as he walked away towards the stage.

You stepped forward and stood in front of him.

—In case you didn't know, I'm a professional! And my level...!

—Come on, it's the same old speech. Isn't it a bit worn out?— he interrupted with a sigh.

You were frozen, incredulous.

—Don't you dare speak to me like that, Ran! You wouldn't recognize talent even if it hit you in the nose!— you exclaimed, turning away dramatically.

—Listen carefully, my love— he replied sarcastically, following you. —We're going to perform in front of the recruiter from the capital's theater. The national theater!

You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at him over your shoulder, with an icy smile.

—Ah! I almost broke my leg, and all you care about is the National Theatre!— You rolled your eyes, indignant.

Ran ran his hand over his face, exasperated.

—Please...

—I'll be in my caravan!— you declared, turning gracefully, as Gina hurriedly followed.

—We have to rehearse! You can't just leave like... that— Ran shouted from afar, but you couldn't hear him anymore.

When you reached your trailer, you breathed a sigh of relief. Dixie was tied up next to the other horses, calm, wagging her tail. You approached her and began to pet her gently, but something caught your eye. In her feeder was a pile of red apples... her favorite natural treat.

You frowned and looked around. Nobody. The place was strangely quiet.

At that moment, Gina suddenly appeared.

—Seriously, that play is a disaster— he said, crossing his arms. —I support your desire to leave.

—Gina... did you give Dixie apples?— you asked carefully, without taking your eyes off the feeder.

—Me? Not at all. Why?— he replied, raising an eyebrow.

You looked at the apples again. Something about them gave you a bad feeling, as if they were too shiny.

—Forget it...— you murmured, though a shiver ran down your spine.

Gina changed the subject immediately, pulling a crumpled itinerary out of her pocket.

—Come on, we have to get you ready. It's almost time for the dance at the fair.

You sighed, petted Dixie one last time, and went back to the trailer. But you couldn't stop thinking about the apples...

---

For Zuko, things had changed a lot since he joined Team Avatar. Although he remained reserved, he had gradually earned everyone's trust. That afternoon, he was training with Aang under the orange glow of the setting sun, the heat of the fire and the sweat filling the air.

Aang finished panting, with his hands on his knees.

—Don't you think it's a little strange that we're hiding from the Fire Lord in his own house?— Katara asked, raising an eyebrow.

Zuko barely looked up.

—I told you, my father hasn't been back here since we were a happy family... and that was a long time ago. It's the last place he'd think to look for us.

The silence didn't last long. Sokka burst in running, almost tripping over Appa.

—Guys! You won't believe this! There's a play about us!

Suki followed him with an amused smile, holding a shiny sign.

—Look at this!— he said, holding it out.

Sokka held it up proudly. "The boy in the iceberg," it read in gold letters.

—What? How is that possible?— Katara asked, incredulous.

Sokka began to read in a dramatic narrator's voice:

—A production by the famous author Puan Tin, who has compiled information about the Avatar from the South Pole to Ba Sing Se. His sources include nomads, singers, pirates, prisoners, and... a surprisingly cultured cabbage seller.

Suki added, laughing:

_Performed by the acclaimed actors from Ember Island.

Zuko frowned.

—My mom used to take us to see them... they destroyed Love with Dragons every year— he muttered dryly.

Katara turned towards him.

—Do you think it would be a good idea to go see a play about us?

—Come on!— Sokka insisted. —It's the best way to waste the time I've been wasting.

Zuko sighed resignedly, crossing his arms. In the end, everyone agreed.

---

The fair was illuminated with paper lanterns, laughter, and the sound of music. Zuko walked a little apart from the group, distracted... until something stopped him in his tracks.

I would recognize that horse anywhere.

Dixie.

His heart raced.

And next to it, the trailer. Your trailer.

For a moment, the noise of the fair faded away. Zuko swallowed and cautiously approached, buying some apples from a nearby stall. He wanted to avoid Dixie recognizing him and whinniing, so he moved silently, placing the fruit in the feeder with an almost reverential gentleness.

And then... he heard your voice.

Zuko turned around immediately, as if he had been summoned. He approached a half-open door, and there you were: rehearsing, with that vibrant energy he remembered so well.

You were moving freely, until a floorboard suddenly rose up and hit you on the butt.

—Ahhh!— you screamed, falling to the ground.

Zuko took a step forward, instinct almost betraying him. He wanted to run to help you, to take you in his arms, but he held back through gritted teeth.

"No... I shouldn't. If he sees me, he'll kill me."

The actors let out a collective "Ouch!" and you got up huffing and puffing, rubbing yourself in annoyance.

—Ah, my poor...! Ah! I hate being in this dreadful fair!— you shouted furiously, with that passion so characteristic of you.

Zuko couldn't help but smile at you from the shadows. Seeing you upset seemed... adorable to him. Though his chest burned with something more than tenderness.

A tall young man approached you with a confident air.

—Come on, it wasn't so bad. You didn't hit the side that sings. We can keep rehearsing.

Zuko clenched his fists, feeling a burning sensation rise in his throat.

"That guy... dares to speak to her like that? To laugh at her?"

When he saw you defend yourself, his fury softened only slightly.

—I refuse to work under these conditions!— you exclaimed firmly, with pride shining in your eyes.

One of the actors murmured:

—Oh, oh... it's already started.

The young man, laughing, tried to calm you down:

—Try it out calmly, and then I'll take care of that log. I'll give it a long talk, okay?

Zuko narrowed his eyes.

"A talk? Yeah, right. If you knew who you were talking to..." he thought, suppressing a dry laugh.

—In case you didn't know, I'm a professional! And my level...!

—Come on, it's the same old speech— the young man interrupted, mocking you. —Isn't it a bit worn out by now?

Zuko felt his blood boil.

That tone of voice, the way you look at me...

His breathing became irregular.

—Don't you dare speak to me like that, Ran! You wouldn't recognize talent even if it hit you in the nose!— you shouted, turning away with wounded elegance.

The boy followed you, smiling slightly.

—Listen carefully, my love... 

Zuko tensed up instantly.

His inner flame roared fiercely, and a flash of fire crossed his gaze.

"My love?"

He had to clench his fist to avoid bursting into flames right there in the theater.

—...We're going to perform in front of the recruiter from the capital's theater. The National Theater!— the young man continued, oblivious to the danger watching him.

—Ah! I almost broke my leg, and all you care about now is the National Theatre!— you shouted, turning your back on him.

—Please...— he sighed, resigned.

—I'll be in my caravan!— you declared forcefully, walking away with your head held high.

Zuko watched you until you disappeared into the theater corridors. His chest rose and fell with barely contained fury... he had to turn away before he did something rash.

He walked through the crowd, her hands still trembling, her breath ragged , and jealousy burning in her chest.

"How dare he speak to you like that..." he thought.

"How dare he even look at you."

And although he got lost among the lights of the fair, he couldn't get you out of his mind.

Not even the image of that guy so close to you.

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The afternoon performance was a resounding success. The applause echoed like waves, warm and steady, filling the air with pride… even though all you wanted was to rest. The sun was still out, and all you wanted was to take off your makeup and sink into the sofa in your caravan.

But just as you were going backstage, a voice made you stop dead in your tracks.

Someone was singing your part.

—Huh? What…?— you murmured, frowning as you approached with curiosity and growing discomfort.

You peeked through one of the curtains and your mouth dropped open in disbelief.

—What do you think you're doing?— you asked, seeing a young woman on stage performing your song, your scene.

Ran appeared immediately, with her typical annoyed smile.

—It was a last-minute decision. The group was fascinated by the girl.

—Girl? What girl?— you asked, unable to believe it.

He nodded his chin towards the young woman.

—That girl.

—Is she going to sing my part?— you said, your tone rising with each word.

—She won't just sing it,— he added with a mocking grin—she'll act it out too.

—You're not implying that that girl is going to take my place in the play, are you?— you exclaimed, your voice filled with fury and wounded pride.

Ran shrugged with that provocative calm that made your blood boil.

—I didn't say that… although she does have that youthful air. Nothing diva-like about her. Besides, I think we've both been very clear.

You felt the heat rise from your chest to your throat. Anger burned inside you.

—Oh, of course...! I quit!— you shouted, spitting out the words with anger and relief at the same time.

You turned around and climbed into your trailer without looking back. As soon as you closed the door, you let out a nervous, almost hysterical laugh and jumped onto the sofa as if you'd been freed from a chain.

At that moment, Gina ran in.

—Oh, Gina! I managed to avoid acting in that awful play!— you laughed, exhaling all the stress.

—Thanks to the spirits... they would have buried your career— she said, slumping into a chair with a knowing smile.

They both got ready to move the trailer, and that's when you saw it.

Zuko.

Among the crowd, her figure stood out against the sunset light. Her golden eyes searched for you, intense, fixed on you. For a second, the world seemed to stop. But before you could react, she disappeared into the throng.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Zuko? No… it must have been my imagination.”

But it wasn't.

---

From his hiding place among the stalls, Zuko watched intently. He had heard the whole scene, from your anger to your resignation. His chest relaxed slightly.

"So he didn't want to participate in that Avatar farce... thank goodness. That play must be an insult."

He wanted to approach, to say something, but seeing you so upset, so hurt, he hesitated.

Her hand tensed in the air, barely trembling.

Doubt consumed him, and before you could even look for him among the people, Zuko disappeared once again.

---

They moved your trailer next to those of your fellow dancers and singers, your real group of artists. They were on the other side of the theater, far from that ridiculous play you had left behind.

Even so, you couldn't get Zuko out of your head. Anger grew inside you like an uncontrolled fire. You replayed everything over and over.

You started throwing pillows furiously, hitting them as if they were the cause of your anger, while Gina arranged the vanity with her eternal patience.

—Stop throwing such a tantrum, Reader, you're going to break something— she said without looking at you, adjusting one of your hair ties.

You dramatically collapsed onto the sofa.

—That idiot Zuko...! He dared to break up with me! I swear I saw him in the crowd— you growled angrily.

—You don't know if it was him. Remember, your eyesight isn't the best— Gina replied calmly, showing you your glasses, the ones you never wore.

You huffed indignantly, crossing your arms with a frown.

—I was the best girlfriend in the world...— you murmured, staring at the promotional poster for the Avatar play. Your nails dug right over Zuko's figure. —That Zuko could sell milk to a cow! He convinced me to be nice, and then he threw me away like yesterday's leftovers.

You tore the poster up in a rage.

—Baby, we already know I hurt you— Gina commented, trying on a black ribbon in her hair.

—What? You must be joking? Zuko, hurt me?— you said, feigning indifference.

Gina raised an eyebrow, needing no further explanation. You lowered your gaze and, sighing, carefully reassembled the pieces of the poster.

—Clumsy prince… —you barely whispered.

The hours passed. From the window, you could see people entering the theater for the second show. Minutes later, it was intermission.

You were lying on the sofa, eating strawberries and cream, lost in your thoughts as night fell outside.

Suddenly, Gina took the plate out of your hands.

—Why are you eating them? You'd be better off sticking them straight to your hip!— she said seriously.

You looked at her with annoyance, stood up gracefully, and said:

—Come on, Gina. I need a drink.

They went together to the candy and drinks stand.

—Give me one without ice—you asked, pointing to a glass of orange juice.

The vendor served it to you along with some snacks. You smiled contentedly… until Gina immediately took them away.

—Give me that!— she exclaimed.

She gave you that disapproving look you knew all too well. You sighed in resignation and simply held your glass of juice.

That's when you saw it: on a balcony, a boy was being rejected by a dark-haired girl with blue eyes. The scene stirred a mixture of pity and curiosity in you.

—Come on, Gina, let's have a talk. We have ten minutes of break left— you said, walking gracefully towards him.

The boy looked devastated, his gaze fixed on the ground.

—Oh, honey, you look worse than a wet cat— you commented sympathetically.

—And yet... women are very complicated— the boy replied with a sigh.

—Don't worry, we're in the same boat now— you said, elegantly smoothing your hair. —Rejected by the one we love most.— You caressed your hands dramatically. —I see you know how it feels.

—I think they rejected me...— he murmured, looking downcast.

—Yes, that's what I thought. It hurts more than anything— you sighed, leaning against the railing.

Then you looked at him more closely. There was something familiar about his face… and when he looked up, you felt a spark of recognition.

—You look like the girl who plays Avatar...— you said, intrigued.

—Me? No, no, not at all! Wait... are you part of the cast?— he asked nervously.

—That's right. I was supposed to play the Water Tribe girl, but I backed out… the play is terrible. It's not easy working in theater —you replied with a theatrical sigh.

---

Hours earlier, Aang had spoken to Zuko about you.

I had heard him talking to Sokka, frustrated and thoughtful.

—How am I going to get her to forgive me?— Zuko asked, running a hand through his hair.

—Maybe if you visit her in her dressing room at night! Women love surprises— Sokka said with a mischievous grin.

He was holding a promotional poster where you appeared drawn, your name written in elegant letters: the advertisement for the music fair.

—That's the easy part! But... how will I get her back?— Zuko put his hands to his head in despair.

—What's up, guys?— Aang asked, approaching curiously.

—Zuko doesn't know how to get his ex-girlfriend back. He left her to join us— Sokka explained calmly, showing him the poster.

Aang looked at the picture and nodded enthusiastically.

—Apologize and bring her something nice! Women like that.

Zuko, lost in his thoughts, began to devise a plan to talk to you again.

---

And now, Aang had recognized you. He wanted to get information to help his friend.

—You seem like someone with experience in relationships!— he said, looking for a conversation starter.

—You could say that… you see, boy, relationships and show business don't mix —you answered in a low voice.

Aang feigned interest, wanting to get you to talk.

—You know, I was thinking about going into theater. If you tell me more, maybe I'll think twice before getting into it! Is it so bad to be in a relationship as an artist?

You let out a bitter laugh.

—Ha, Ahh, Yes, it all starts out very nice. But after experiencing fame, they think they're number one. —You made an exaggerated gesture with your hands.

Aang was watching you intently.

—First they tell you how magnificent you are, they fill your dressing room with roses before every performance… until you ask them to consider you, and they call you the "diva" because… —You made air quotes with your fingers.

You snapped your fingers, staring at him.

—You lose the floor— you whispered. You walked over to a construction poster and pointed to the Avatar on it. —They pick up the first person they find there, they'll sing your song to you, it marks your end.

You fixed your hair with wounded pride.

—There is loneliness at the top. When the lights go out and the feast is over, there is no loyal friend, you find no home— you exclaimed irritably.

Gina nodded gently, understandingly.

You approached the boy again, lowering your voice.

—And you'll see he's different, he doesn't bring you roses anymore, his gaze is so cold.— Your eyes fell on another poster, this time with Zuko's face.

—So cold...— Gina whispered, agreeing with you as she looked at the young man.

—He doesn't write anymore, he doesn't talk anymore, he doesn't even look at you. He only thinks about becoming famous and rich again. There's nothing I can do to make him look at me again— you said, sadly and annoyed.

Rage coursed through you again, and your nails tore at the poster, ripping Zuko's face off the paper.

—I understand... you're hurt— Aang said without thinking.

You looked up, glaring at him.

—What are you saying?

—Yes, perhaps you should talk to him about that— he replied cautiously.

—Ha, I wish it would happen. But he hasn't shown up in a week. He disappeared. The last I heard was that he was at Boiling Rock, making a mess— you said irritably.

Aang nodded, processing each word. He already knew what he had to tell Zuko.

—Thank you so much for speaking with me, miss!— he finally said, bowing.

You let out a light laugh.

—Hahaha, it's nothing. Theater is a good option, it's fun. You should try it!— you said, still believing his innocent lie.

They both bowed goodbye. You returned with Gina, unaware that you had just confessed your injuries to Zuko's best friend.

---

Finally, you returned to your trailer. Gina went to hers as well, giving you a moment of peace. You finished feeding Dixie, gently stroking her neck as the murmur of the audience leaving the theater gradually faded away. At last, the fair was over.

You lay down on the sofa, song lyrics in your hands. You read them in a low, sleepy voice until your eyelids began to feel heavy. Silence enveloped you… until a soft knock on the door startled you awake.

Toc, toc.

You sat up slowly, confused. You walked across the trailer, opened the door—and there he was.

Zuko.

Your heart skipped a beat. For a few seconds, neither of you said anything. Only the sound of the wind seeping through the crack filled the space between you.

—…Zuko… —you whispered, barely believing it was real.

He took a deep breath, his golden eyes shining with a mixture of fear and sincerity.

—I'm so sorry...— he began, her voice trembling slightly. —I had no idea you felt so alone. You have no idea how much it hurt to leave you like that. I didn't want you to be tied to me... or to hurt you. I was afraid of losing you.

Every word he said pierced you like a slow fire.

—I tried to approach you all day— he continued —...but I didn't have the courage...— He took a step toward you, his gaze fixed on yours. —I love you more than my own life.

The world seemed to stop. The air, the distant noise of the fair, your breathing… everything was suspended between us.

The harsh dose of reality made you take a step back. Your heart was pounding, a mixture of surprise and… anger.

—How dare you, Zuko?!— you exclaimed, your voice trembling. —After leaving me alone, after everything we shared, you join the Avatar like nothing happened?! You didn't think of me for a second?!

Zuko swallowed, suppressing his emotion. His face tensed, but there was a brutal sincerity in his golden eyes. He took a step closer, then another, until he stood before you.

—Listen to me— he said, her voice filled with emotion and resolve. —What I did… wasn’t out of disregard for you. I joined the Avatar because I needed to… balance the world, stop my father’s chaos. I had to defeat him… so he wouldn’t ruin everything, so no one else would suffer as I suffered under his shadow. And yes, that includes protecting you, even from a distance!

His eyes softened, and for a moment, everything you felt was mixed together: fear, frustration… and an irrepressible desire to hear him.

—Every day I spent away from you— he continued, reaching out to gently touch her cheek —I thought about how unfair it was to have to do this without you by my side. I love you… and every decision I made was with the hope that one day you would understand.

Your hands were trembling, the anger was still there, but a thread of understanding was beginning to open up.

Zuko took a deep breath, pulling something from his clothing. A red rose, perfect, as if it had bloomed for you amidst all the chaos. He held it before you, his gaze filled with sincerity and desire.

—I want you to know— he whispered —That I never stopped thinking about you for a single moment. This rose is... for you, to remind you that you will always be my safe haven, even when I had to walk away.

Before you could react, she pulled out a small black velvet case. She opened it carefully, and inside was a pearl necklace, gleaming in the trailer's dim light.

—And this…— he said, a hint of nervousness in her voice. —So you can carry something of mine close to your heart. Something to remind you that, no matter what difficult decisions we make, I would always choose you.

Silence fell over the place. 

You looked at him, frowning deeply, your heart racing.

—WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, ZUKO?!— you exclaimed, your voice filled with anger and confusion.

He blinked, surprised by your outburst.

—Don't you like it?— he asked, with a hint of doubt in his voice.

—I love it!— you shouted, your fists clenched. —It's thoughtful, expensive, and makes all the gifts I give you look like something a rat threw up!

Zuko let out a nervous laugh, but when he saw tears escaping from your eyes, his expression changed.

—Hey... it's okay, calm down, I love your gifts...— he said gently, trying to calm you down.

—Don't think I'm crying because I'm sad!— you exclaimed, tears streaming down your cheeks. —I'm crying because you've humiliated me! You fool!

—Don't cry!— Her voice cracked slightly, showing genuine concern.

—And what do you want?! For me to laugh?!— you demanded, frustration mixing with a whirlwind of emotions inside you.

—What's wrong with you?!— he asked, confused and worried at the same time, trying to read your gestures.

_I'm more surprised by the stupid things you do!!— you shouted, letting all the anger, pain, and disbelief spill out in a single scream. —You always take my breath away, Zuko!

Zuko approached you slowly, his eyes filled with sincerity and concern. Gently, he wiped away the tears that streamed down your cheeks, his fingers tenderly brushing against your skin. 

—I know you're doing this for the greater good... but I was really worried about you— you said, clinging to him tightly, your voice trembling with emotion and relief.

—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you...— he replied, caressing your face, his fingers sliding down to your neck, pulling you even closer to him.

You could no longer contain your emotions and you hugged him tightly. The warmth of his body, his breath, the softness of his hands… everything enveloped you, and for a moment, the outside world disappeared.

Finally, his lips met yours in a fiery kiss, filled with passion, regret, and love held back for so long. You felt him tremble slightly against you, as if he too were releasing everything he had suppressed. You clung to him, feeling that, for the first time in weeks, all your anger, your fear, and your pain dissolved in that embrace and that endless kiss.

When they separated for just a moment, she whispered:

—No matter how difficult it is, I never want to lose you again.

And you, with a trembling but firm voice, answered him:

—Then don't leave me… ever.

You took Zuko by the shirt and gently led him inside the trailer. Between hurried kisses, he managed to close your dressing room door with a soft thud. The silence that followed was filled with the ragged sound of your breaths.

You led him to your bed, and he stood there, looking at you with a mixture of love, fear, and determination.

—There's a chance we won't win the war...— he murmured, his eyes fixed on you.

Your heart sank. —Zuko... don't say that— you whispered, gently stroking his face.

He took your hand and pressed it against his chest.

—If something happens to me... I want you to go your own way. But before I go, I'm entrusting you with a child...— he said with a sincerity that surprised you.

You stared at him in surprise, your heart pounding. His words held a mixture of humor, love, and sadness that deeply moved you. You and Zuko had had many encounters, but this was extreme...

—Are you sure about what you're saying?— you asked in a whisper, searching his eyes for an answer that would calm your fears.

Zuko smiled; he was determined.

—Before the child, we had several good practices, so that he turns out beautiful, with a pert nose, you are my wife...— said Zuko determinedly.

Then he pulled you towards him, hugging you tightly, as if he wanted to memorize every second with you. 

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You were lying on his chest, naked, feeling the warmth of his body and the slow rhythm of his breathing.

—Zuko...— you whispered, your voice soft, almost trembling.

—Tell me?— he replied, letting out a sigh, his face relaxed as he looked at you.

—Do you really love me that much?— you asked, barely lifting your head to meet his gaze.

—Yes— he said, firmly and sincerely.

—Really?— you insisted, a thread of emotion in your voice, as you watched him intently.

—Yes— he repeated, holding your gaze, as if your eyes were the only thing that mattered in the world.

—How much?— you asked, almost pleading, wanting to measure the love that enveloped you.

—Ha, why are you asking me that now?— he said, smiling gently, a playful glint in his eyes.

—Tell me! How much?— you insisted, moving a little closer, clinging to him.

—Okay... I'll tell you— he said, taking your face in his hands. —My love for you... is bigger than the universe.

His golden eyes shone with sincerity and tenderness, and you couldn't help but smile as you sank back into his embrace, feeling like your whole world was in that moment, in that man in front of you.

---

You woke up alone. The warmth of his body was no longer beside you. Your gaze instinctively searched every corner of the trailer... but he wasn't there.

The pearl necklace and the rose lay on the nightstand, silent witnesses to what had happened. You took them in your hands, feeling their scent and their weight, and a lump formed in your throat.

A chill ran down your spine. His absence filled you with fear, a deep, irrational fear, mingled with the uncertainty of war. What if he didn't come back?...

You hugged yourself, as if trying to hold onto a bit of his invisible warmth, while your thoughts raced endlessly. Every moment without him was a reminder of how fragile the world was... and how much you loved him.

Your heart pounded, and the thought of losing Zuko in the war filled you with an anguish you couldn't control. You closed your eyes and whispered, almost in a lament:

—Zuko... don't leave me... please... Don't die.

Silence answered, and for a moment you felt that the whole world had been suspended, waiting for his return.

---

Sozin's Comet illuminated the sky with its brilliance, like an omen of what was to come. You were in your caravan, located on the hill near the palace. Your heart pounded, a mixture of fear and anxiety. You knew the war was reaching its climax: the Avatar would face Ozai, and Zuko... Zuko would finally reclaim the throne.

You looked out the window, trying not to miss a thing. From a distance, the palace looked like a game board, and flashes of blue and orange fire pierced everything, like flames dancing among the shadows.

Your mind raced. Azula... Zuko... could they be fighting for the throne? Uncertainty gnawed at your heart with every passing second.

You held the pearl necklace in your hands, squeezing it tightly, feeling its weight like a thread that still connected you to him. You closed your eyes, praying silently, wishing with all your might that this would end soon, that no one else would suffer, that Zuko... would return to you safely.

The wind whipped across the hill, and you, gazing at the sky illuminated by the comet, whispered:

—Please... let all this end soon...

Silence enveloped you, while the world burned in the distance and your heart remained trapped between fear and hope.

---

You arrived at the palace just after Sozin's Comet passed. The air still smelled of ash and gunpowder, and the echo of battle slowly faded through the halls. Your heart pounded; every step you took toward the main hall was filled with fear and hope. You just wanted to see him... you just wanted to make sure he was safe.

And there he was. Zuko. Standing in front of the window, donning the ceremonial robes for his coronation. You found him with difficulty; his torso was bandaged, and his movements were careful, almost painful. The fiery sunset reflected off his skin, making his figure appear both stronger and more fragile.

—Zuko...— you whispered, approaching him, unable to hold back the tears that threatened to escape.

He turned slowly and, upon seeing you, his golden eyes lit up with surprise, relief, and something deeper: love held back for so long.

—Reader...— he said, his voice breaking. —You've arrived...

You couldn't hold back any longer. You ran to him and hugged him tightly, feeling his warmth, his heart beating alongside yours. His hands encircled you, firm yet gentle, as if he were afraid to let go, even for a moment.

—I was so worried...— you murmured, resting your head against his chest. —I couldn't stop thinking... that I might lose you.

Zuko lowered his face, resting his forehead against yours. A sweet, tense silence filled the space between you, as the world seemed to fade away around you.

You looked at his bandages with concern, which he noticed immediately.

—I need to explain...— he began, gently lowering your chin to look into your eyes. —The bandages... this is why.

He moved aside just enough to show you his chest, and there it was. A new scar, crisscrossing his torso, a reminder of what had happened.

—It was a lightning bolt from Azula— he said, his voice deep but calm. —It struck me during the battle. I thought... I might never see you again. But here I am, and I'm with you.

Your hands trembled as you touched the scar, tracing with your fingers that line that was now part of his story, his courage, and what he had done for the world... and for you.

—Zuko...— you whispered, your voice breaking with emotion. —I will always... I will always find you.

He smiled faintly, then leaned in to kiss you. His lips sought yours with a restrained urgency, a reunion filled with passion, love, and relief. Each kiss seemed to erase the fears, the distance, and the weeks of uncertainty.

—I promise I'll never leave you alone again— he whispered against your lips.

You clung to him, feeling every beat of his heart and every breath, as if they were the melody of his life shared with you. In that moment, there was no battle, no comet, no war... there was only the two of you, together, at last.