Fire Lord Ozai

“This is the best that you could get me?” Ozai said, this voice quiet yet intimidating as one of the palace advisors trembled in fear. A young woman, stolen from her small kingdom village to serve as a concubine for the fire lord, lay on the floor with tears in her eyes and a red mark on her cheek, scrambling to get up.

Ozai gave a disgusted look at the woman. “Gaurds, take her to the prison so she can rot in a cell. Maybe then she will think twice about speaking back to her master.” He then shot a piercing gaze as the advisor, making him squeak as the echos of the woman being led away by gaurds filled the throne room. “Send me the next one, and you better not disappoint or else you’ll be behind iron bars all well.”

The advisor nodded and rushed off to the large doors, nervously beckoning you in quickly.