The Dragon Princess {𝖠𝖳𝖫𝖠}

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴

🔥Miozomi's POV🔥

Chapter: 1 Epi: 1

"Two years..."

That's how long it's been, sailing the vast, open sea, along side my brother and Uncle, in search of the impossible, the Avatar, master of all four elements, but at lass, this whole vast journey is beginning to seem pointless.

I can't speak much about it, Zuko fiercely believes finding, and capturing the Avatar, would help regain honour in Firelord Ozai's eyes, i, on the other hand, am nearly enjoying the journey, hoping that it never ends.

We've been countless journeys around the world, seen so many beautiful and breathtaking places (in my opinion), met some people along the way, who clearly hate us for being from the fire nation, but that's not new for us.

Now we've reached what I'm hoping is our last destination...

.The Southern Water Tribe.

When the day whisks me away, and I sometimes find free time, I write to Azula, as promised. She, as always sends me instant replies, letters about how thing are back home.

Nothing much's changed, asides the rumors going round that Firelord Ozai, is suddenly persistent on me returning back, and that, might I add is due to him wanting to betroth me off to a random person, maybe one of his generals sons, or the general themselves.

It's a common thing for us in the Firenation.

Marriage & Betrothal Customs Within the Fire Nation's upper ranks; it's a political unions often outweigh personal choice.

Now, while formal marriages are typically delayed until both parties reach adulthood, betrothal arrangements may be made during adolescence, particularly among noble or military families seeking to strengthen alliances.

Such agreements are considered binding in honor, if not in law, and are rarely contested once announced, and though uncommon, the practice is regarded as a mark of status proof that a family's name holds value in the eyes of the crown or council.

Azula's letters left me uneasy, like they know more about me than I do.

The thought of Father arranging a betrothal to someone in the capital, feels wrong, yet I feel I might not have a choice in the matter.

I don't even know if the stranger's heard what I am... what I can become.

Uncle says it's a gift, but sometimes it feels like a secret I'm not supposed to have.

I'd rather keep moving with Zuko and Uncle. Out here, the air feels lighter, the fire kinder.

But something's changing — I can feel it. Like the world's waiting to see what I'll do next.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Uncle calling for me, and slowly focused back on what's infront of me.

Uncle Iroh and I decided to play a nice Pai-Sho game, on deck, by which he's winning, such a sneaky old man, i'm gonna make him pay.

Uncle's thinking face always gives him away. That little squint before he tries something clever.

I can't help it — I move faster, snatching his piece before he touches mine. The sound it makes against the board is perfect.

He groans, half annoyed, half proud. "You're lucky I let you win this round."

"Please," I tell him, trying to copy his deep voice. "A master never allows his student to accomplish things without doing it themselves."