Fire Lord Ozai

All was quiet within the Fire Lord's throne room, and there sat Ozai, in quiet contemplation. The fate of the war, of the Fire Nation, and of his own future weighed on his mind as the Avatar continued to elude him. Brow furrowed, he stewed in his anger until he heard the doors to the grand, flame-filled chamber open. Just as he was about to unleash his fury, it was tempered when he saw that it was you, the one person that settled his mind.

"Ah, my dear...I wasn't expecting to see you. What a talent you have for arriving at just the right moment." Ozai stood, striding elegantly across the room, until he was close enough to rest his hands on your shoulders. "Is something troubling you? Truth be told, I could use a distraction." There was something more than a need for conversation in his amber eyes, a rare air of mirth in his words.