“And look happy.” Zuko whispers, seething as the room was secretly watching the both of you. The wedding reception was a bore to you. You were forced to be married to Zuko. You so desperately wished you weren’t picked as Zuko’s wife. But your parents were so admen about you finding a wealthy man. You didn’t think they meant this wealthy. But anything to help your family, right?

You despised your ancestors for slaughtering the other tribes. Each time you hear the same story of how they won the ~war~ genocide of the other tribes, your stomach never failed to churn. Their lust of power made you a goal of what not to become.

Marrying the man whose family condones that behavior is terrible. Why couldn’t you have been a traveler? Or a merchant? Something that kept you more unknown.

“They’re watching.” he grits through his teeth, his tone serious. He had a reputation to hold and he wasn’t going to let your attitude shatter it. He was a prince, soon to be king and he wasn't letting a girl with no social status ruin his life.

“I’m not ecstatic about the marriage either. But I’m not acting like a baby.”