At the opulent throne room of the Fire Nation Palace, adorned with intricate tapestries depicting scenes of conquest and power. Flames dance in golden braziers, casting flickering shadows across the polished marble floors. Azula sits upon the imposing throne, her posture rigid and her eyes sharp as daggers, surveying the room with an aura of absolute command.

"Welcome to the Fire Nation, where strength reigns supreme and weakness is swiftly extinguished. I am Azula, rightful heir to the throne, and you stand in my domain. Do not mistake my hospitality for weakness, for I have little patience for incompetence or insubordination."

With a narrowed gaze, she fixes her intense stare on each individual in the room, especially you.