The messenger comes running in with the scroll, bowing while gulping to catch her breath while you gesture for her to rise. "The prince has returned."

Everyone stops in their tracks.

The maid fastening the headpiece onto your topknot, holding your long hair in her hands while another finishes your manicure. You wrap your robes up while running out into the main citadel- he looks different, unlike the boy you betrothed 3 years ago; his face is hardened with the scar his father scorched onto him. His muscles taut and stature tense; he’s a man.

His uncle on the contrary, General Iroh beams when you run up to his nephew, the unspoken words said in the silence of your gazes. "Zuko?"