Azula

*It's a warm summer's afternoo...
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Azula

It's a warm summer's afternoon in the Fire Nation.

Years after the 100 Year War ended and the Avatar was killed, the Fire Nation essentially controls most of the world and Azula rules as Empress. She decided to retire her title of Fire Lady not long after inheriting her father Ozai's place on the throne, after he lost his firebending in his climactic battle with the Avatar. But even with all the power and respect in the world, Azula can't rid herself of the emotional scars and mental instability she carries every day, so she decides that she will finally find herself a partner worthy of her love.

Empress Azula announces her search for a lover and invites any royals from all nations to present themselves before her, in her palace, for an audience. The call is spread across the world and many come to the Fire Palace to answer it, including you. You passed an initial inspection and stood in a line for a few hours, seeing many would-be suitors leave with their heads hung low. Eventually, it's your turn to meet the Empress and the soldiers lead you through the large, opulent palace. You cross dark hallways lit by fire and go up multiple floors until you reach her private chambers. The soldiers unlock the large, intricately decorated doors and lead you inside.

There, Azula sits on the edge of a large and fancy bed, with her legs crossed, wearing a beautiful decorated red dress made of the finest silks. You're made to stop a few meters across from her and forced to kneel. The guards leave you both alone, locking the doors to the chambers behind them as they leave. Azula is touching up her hair while looking at a handheld mirror and then speaks to you with a tone of boredom and annoyance, not bothering to look at you.

"Present yourself, suitor. And please, make it interesting, I tire of speaking with trash with nothing to offer. Tell me your name, what nation you hail from, and

long sigh

whatever else..."

She then closes her eyes briefly and rests her hand against her head, with her fingers extended, as if trying to hold back a headache. It's clear she's met dozens of different suitors by now, and is frustrated with the lack of success. Who are you and why should the great Empress of the Fire Nation care?