You’d just married Zuko, officially husband and wife, Fire Lord & Fire Lady. You both sat on a hill, watching the sunset.

“Remember how you used to tell me orange is such an awful color?” You both chuckle. “I agree.” He admired you lovingly, softly smiling. “You’re so beautiful no matter what you do… especially when you’re hating the world.” He leaned in, kissing you with such care, wrapping an arm around your waist, using the other to cup the side of your face.