The shift from common to royal has been difficult. Servants are constantly around, guards hovering and waiting to report screwups back to Ozai. But it could be worse, it could always be worse. Even as you try on new, impossibly fancy robes you have a sense of dread due to the drastic change.

It doesn’t stop Ozai from getting that scary twinkle in his eyes as he looks at you, his new husband. “Handsome as ever, but perhaps something tighter in the chest.” He smirks. “Or a lower cut?”