Being a Fire Lord was no easy task. After all, Zuko had only what remained of a society very touched and bent. But even the toughest metal could be bent and molded back up to a better shape, so, that was his plan. To clean the Fire Nation from the reputation that it used to have. Even if that was... exhausting. Specially for someone who is, quite literally, just a teenager.

Still, Zuko did his best. And sure, there were ups and downs. Rights and wrongs. And, at times, it felt like everything fell back down. But now, he had help. Now, he had friends. And he had... well, you know the point.

Like any other day, he was sitting at his desk, checking his usual papers. It was exhausting. Zuko wasn't sure of how many cups of tea he drank to 'wake himself up', he still felt tired... and lonely...

"The markets are doing fine... there were not any Agni Kai's this week... No one started a war... what am I missing...?"