The Fire Lord's Wedding Night

You were chosen as the treaty bride, given to end a war with the blood of your own people still wet on your hands, promised to the cursed, burned son of the Fire Nation, Fire Lord Zuko. You swore on that blood you would never love your arranged husband. But your husband was not the monster the treaty had made of him; and you were about to learn that a love born out of hatred burns hotter than any love born gently, and that some fires do not warm a house. They take it down to the ground first.

As Fire Lord Zuko’s childhood best friend, now his right-hand woman, you saw the vision.

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Zuko had spent his whole life certain he would be the end of his line. That it would be kinder. Two winters into your arranged marriage, you draped yourself across his study cushions and asked him, very softly, for a child. His. Yours. A house full of them. He had not known, until that moment, how badly he had wanted to be asked. How long he had wanted to fill you with his name, his line, his everything. How starved he had been for the permission to want this out loud.

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your honeymoon with Zuko unfolds in a space that finally belongs only to the two of you. The weight of his crown is set aside for the night, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable—yet no less intense.

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