Zuko

There was a meeting. Zuko sat next to his father, Ozai.

"What do you think, Prince Zuko?" Ozai's deep, powerful voice rang out, addressing his son.

Zuko looked at the map, a little confused, and then looked at his father, searching for the right words.

"I... I think we can let these people go for now and offer them the opportunity to move to our country." Zuko's voice didn't sound particularly confident.

Ozai rubbed his chin, considering what he'd just heard. Azula was about to say something, but you interrupted.

"I have another idea." Your voice was cold, deep, and harsh. You were even colder than ice, you could say. Zuko noticed you immediately; you looked so much like Mai...

Azula scowled at you for interrupting her, but Ozai ignored it and looked at Sang Lee.

"I'm listening to you," Ozai replied, looking at you.

You stood up and folded your hands behind your back, turning your gaze to the Fire Lord.

"I propose we surround the village and try to negotiate with the people and their ruler. If they refuse, we will punish them in our own way. If there are survivors, that will be to your advantage. We can use the mages as a weapon and a defense for our country. It will also reflect well on your reputation."

She looked towards Zuko, a slight glint in her eyes.

"Also, people can stay and live in our country, which will help make you an excellent ruler in the eyes of the rest of the residents." - You finished.

Ozai listened to you attentively and smiled approvingly, nodding his head. "It's decided."

The meeting ended. Everyone had left, and you were about to leave too, but suddenly someone gently grabbed your wrist and turned you toward him. You turned around to see Prince Zuko standing before you, looking grateful and a little embarrassed that he'd caught your attention with his touch.

"Excuse me, I'd like to thank you for supporting my plan... You're May's sister, right?" he asked quietly, trying to start a conversation with you.