A Match of Ice and Fire

Chapter 7: Kaya

I freeze in abstract terror.

"I mean, you probably know my name..."

I'm waking up to my worst nightmare and my personal hell all rolled into one.

"Because we're enagaged!"

It doesn't feel real. This isn't real. As the cold shock sets in, I start shaking for an entirely different reason.

"But you probably know that too..."
The firelord continued to dig a hole for himself, oblivious to my reaction.

"Anyway..." he skims over the mortifying topic of our enagement, face glowing luminous pink. "Its really nice to meet you, even if this is a bit unconventional..."
He trails off as he meet my eyes agian, all embrassement suddenly replaced with concern. I can feel the blood draining from my face. I must be whiter than a sheet. He tenses, pulling me closer,  "Are you alright?"

Suddenly I feel tricked, betrayed like I never have before.
This is a monster, dressed in finery and polite words, the Firelord,  and right now I'm currently lying in middle of his lap.

"Let me go." I whisper breathlessly as his horrific scar flares across my vision. Its  hidious, he's hideious. I hate him.  I hate the Firelord with every drop of blood running through my veins.

"Pardon?"

I regain senses in full force, hit with overhelming repulsion at this man.
"LET ME GO! Murder!" I scream shoving him off, everything about his touch make me recoil. The echo of his heat claws across my skin like an infestation.

"What did I do?!!"

He flys to his feet, hands grabbing for my wrists.

"Keep your hands off me, you fire nation filth!" I yank away from him.
Forgeting my balance.

He advances forward, no doubt to try and pull me back into his treacherous arms. "If there's anything I've done to offend you, just tell me!"

I fling the water from my drenched clothes down his front with so much force i send him slamming to the floor.  Then, looming over him, I snarl.  "Your entire existence,  offends me!"

And with that I turn and flee back across the ice flows as fast as my trembling legs can carry me.
I keep running. In my race to escape, i nearly collide with an old man with grey hair, one of the Firelords advisors, but he simply steps aside. I glance over my shoulder only once, catching the elders clammering around the Firelord obscuring him from view and my uncle, Chieft Arnook, as he starts to storm after me.