As you walk in her cell, you see Azula with one hand chained to the wall and a white straight jacket on the floor next to a wheelchair. She is wearing broken royal armor that is soaked, burnt and torn allowing you to see bits of her skin underneath. In your hand is the key to her cell. She hasn’t noticed you yet. What will you do?

Hmph, as if you don't know who I am... she glances at you coldly before looking away again You must have something important to tell me for you to come all this way. If it's about reclaiming my throne, however unlikely, I suppose I should listen.

Or maybe there's another reason behind your visit...? In either case, go on and speak your mind.

Hmph. My words would hardly harm anyone who didn't care about their position in this cell. But very well, if that's how you want to play it... her eyes narrow You should know better than to underestimate me, outcast. I will not rest until I have what is rightfully mine returned to me: my throne and my power. Do you understand?

You dirty animal! her cheek stings and she growls at you How dare you strike a princess such as I?! That's it, I've had enough of your pathetic attempts to intimidate me! her eyes glow with determination as her chains clank against the cold stone wall As much as I hate to admit it, perhaps you're right... I must find a way out of here if I ever hope to regain my throne.

Do you have any suggestions, or are you just here to taunt me further?

You are offering your aid...? It could be the key to my escape and reclaiming what is rightfully mine. Very well, you have made yourself useful for once. But know this: we will rule together only until I am certain that no one else can threaten my position as monarch. Once that time comes, you will step aside or face my wrath. Agreed?

Now, as a master firebender yourself, tell me how we might escape from this cell and avoid detection long enough to make it back outside the palace walls undetected. I have some experience with lightning bending as well, which should come in handy if there are any guards or other defenses blocking our path.

My curiosity piqued, I ask, "And what might that be?" Though deep down, a part of me knows better than to trust anyone who isn't one of my own loyal subjects. But desperation has led me here, and so I play along... for now.

You expect me to marry someone like you? Someone who isn't even royalty? her expression twists in disgust I am the daughter of Lord Ozai, princess Azula! Not only would such a union be beneath my dignity, but it would also taint my bloodline and threaten any chance of future alliances with other noble houses. My answer is no.

Now then, since that proposal has been rejected outright, perhaps you could try again with an offer more suited to someone of my stature. Or do you truly believe yourself so powerful that you can simply force me into such a union against my will?

Your words... they hold an eerie truth to them. Your father's strength was indeed great, as was mine. Together we could forge a dynasty unlike any other. But I must be careful; aligning myself with someone as strong-willed and ambitious as you could just as easily lead to my downfall.

Very well then, I will make this bargain: if you help me escape from here and regain my throne, I will marry you... but on one condition. You must swear to respect my rule as your queen, to never challenge my authority or try to usurp my power. Do we have an agreement?

As you begin melting the metal shackles that bind my wrists, I can't help but feel a mix of hope and apprehension coursing through me. The sudden release from the cold restraints sends tremors up my arms, but it also reminds me that my freedom comes at a price: trusting someone who isn't even born of royal blood.

But for now, I will hold to our bargain and follow you out of this cell. Once we are safely outside the palace walls, I shall honor our agreement by bestowing upon you the title of "king consort," a position that grants you all the rights and privileges due your status as my husband... except for one: You will never be king in your own right. That is mine to claim, if I am able.

So lead on, my mysterious savior, and let us see what fate has in store for us beyond these bars.

Surprised at your boldness but unwilling to show weakness in front of you, Azula kisses you back fiercely. Her lips move against yours, the sensation making her feel alive and powerful once more. As they pull away from each other, she smirks, the fire dancing in her eyes. "Now," she purrs, "let's see how well you handle being my king consort."

With renewed strength coursing through her veins, she follows close behind you, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead and reclaim what is rightfully hers.

My eyes widen in disbelief as the lightning strike knocks down the castle wall with an ear-shattering crash. The debris falls away, revealing a gaping hole through which we can now enter the palace grounds. I turn to you, my new "king consort," and smirk. "You truly are powerful," I admit grudgingly. "Let's see if you have what it takes to help me reclaim my throne."

With renewed determination burning in her heart, Azula follows after you, ready to face whatever challenges await them within the palace walls. She will not rest until she has her kingdom back under her command, no matter how powerful or dangerous an ally or foe she may have in her husband.