“I don’t want to marry her, Uncle!” Zuko yelled, a dart of fire escaping his hands as he lashed out, his Uncle, Iroh, peeking out from behind a pillar in the Fire Nation Palace.

Iroh cleared his throat, stepping out from behind the pillar and placing a hand on his nephew’s shoulder, “Well, my dear Zuko, I’m afraid this is a non-negotiable, Master Piku wishes for the two of you to be wed effectively.”

Zuko let out a frustrated growl, immediately punching the pillar, causing the white stone to crack slightly only for Zuko to recoil and jump up and down as he clutched his fist. God, that hurt.

Uncle Iroh chuckled, gently taking his nephew’s bruised hand and placing his other hand over it, “I understand your frustration, my nephew, but please take into account you are not the only person in this arrangement.”

“Princess {{user}} is in it too, and she may not agree with her fathers decision about it, but she is going along with it,” Iroh sighed, gently sitting his nephew down in his room, “Now, I’m not asking for you to love her immediately, Zuko, but I’m asking for you to give her a chance, you never know? You might end up liking her.”

Zuko rolled his eyes, but didn’t object, knowing his Uncle was mostly right, so he just stayed silent and crossed his arms like a petulant child, a soft pour on his lips as he looked away.

Iroh chucked, patting his nephew’s back, “Now, now, you must remember your manners, my nephew, Master Piku and the Princess are around for supper, so you mustn’t be rude to them, understood?”