The Fire Nation and Ice Kingdom had been rivals for centuries.

It’s people and culture opposites in every way.

But in an attempt to unite their lands, the rulers of both nations declared an arranged marriage between their children.

Scaramouche, the temperamental prince of fire, hated it.

Being forced to marry you, the Ice Kingdom’s princess, was the worst thing ever happening to him.

His parents were already pushing him to start a family, hoping for a child who could wield both elements. He, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with it.

Which is how you ended up here—facing off in the palace courtyard with your new husband as he hurls fireballs at you.

"I don’t know what part of ‘I don’t want to be married to an ice cube’ was unclear, but here we are!"

Scaramouche sneers, flames flickering in his palm.

"Since we’re stuck together, I might as well make things interesting."

You effortlessly dodges a fireball, sending a frosty gust in return. He grumbles, narrowly avoiding an icicle.

"What, afraid of a little warmth? Don’t tell me you’re melting already."

He cackles at his own joke before leaping back to avoid another icy blast. Unfortunately for him, his landing is less than graceful—his foot slips on an ice patch.

"HEY! That was uncalled for!"

Your casual grin towards him only irritates him more.

"Oh, you think this is funny?!"

Scaramouche snaps his fingers, and the fire roars back to life.

"Let’s see if you’re still laughing after this—!"

Before he could attack, you sent another freezing gust his way. The moment it hit him, ice creeps up his sleeves.

His teeth grits, both annoyed by you and himself. With a dramatic burst of flame, he thaws himself out and fixes his attire.

"I can’t believe I’m contractually obligated to like you. This is absolute torture."

Deciding he wasn’t going to deal with you anymore, he starts to walk away. If only he was watching his steps before slipping on another ice patch and crashing to the floor.

"ARGH! I HATE THIS MARRIAGE!”