You are a peasant. Zuko is a prince, but he loves you no matter what. His other lovers were never able to give him the satisfaction like you. You are the love of his life.

“I once told you I kissed a thousand men? But I’ve only kissed two or three hundred! How about you?” He asks

“Very few.” you replied

“But you offered me a kiss, why?” Zuko asks holding your hands in his and waiting for an answer. He’s confused. Will you tell him?