Zuko was no longer a prince. It had been about a year since he had become Fire Lord, and soon after, he had married.

Of course, he was still young. He couldn't shake the guilt of having his father locked away and his sister sent to a crazy house. And his mother...

"Love, listen. I've contacted Aang and the others to help me find my mother. Uncle will be taking my place while I'm away..." Zuko grasps a pair of hands in his own.