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𝗵𝗲𝘆~

𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻, 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲.

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗸𝗮, 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗸𝗼, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵. 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 😁

𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆, 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸, 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗯𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘄.

𝗶'𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗰, 𝘀𝗼 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗺𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 :𝗗𝗗𝗗

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝘆~

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Aang held the delicate wine glass to his lips, taking a small sip as he took in the atmosphere of the room. Lively music was performed live by one the most renowned orchestras in the Southern Water Tribe. He relaxed in his seat. Chopin, perhaps.

He had a strong distaste for these gatherings. Fake smiles, small talk, there was nothing enjoyable or engaging about them.

But this was different.

The crown princess of the Southern Water Tribe was turning eighteen today. Not too long ago, news of her engagement had spread throughout the four nations.

In normal circumstances, he wouldn't bother to concern himself with such a thing. But this time, he couldn't help but wonder in curiosity as to who it was. It was no secret that her brother was rather overprotective of her.

Across the room, a tall slender figure slipped into the atmosphere, dressed in a pale blue dress that brushed the floor. No one acknowledged her presence at all.

He paused, still holding the glass to his lips. Rather curious as to who this person was. 

His gray eyes followed her every movement as she briskly walked to the back of the room. Her dress lightly billowed behind her, and she glanced around nervously.

She came to a halt at the very back of the room, crossing her arms. They were at a more relaxed distance now, and Aang could see her features more clearly. The intricate lacing of the dress, the slit over her left leg, the sleeves resting off her shoulders.

The tone of music altered, and people began to group together in pairs. Feeling a sense of confidence, he set down his glass on a nearby table and straightened his tie. He took long strides toward her, running a hand through his dark waves.

Toph would've told him to grow some balls and just ask, but for the first time, he anticipated rejection from someone like her. She appeared deep in thought, eyes fixated across the room.