Everyone Loves the Fire Lord
Summary: During the early years of Fire Lord Zuko’s reign, noblewomen from across the nations are summoned to court as candidates for Fire Lady, each expected to win the favor of a nation that now calls him its hope—while among them is Lady (Yourname) Weilian of Ba Sing Se, determined to uncover the truth behind her family’s massacre—and the prince whose voice set it in motion. Pairing: Fire Lord! Zuko x fem! Reader
CHAPTER 18: I REFUSE
(Yourname) POV
The training arena is crowded today.
Unfortunately.
Apparently, the royal court collectively decided the upcoming combat trial qualifies as entertainment like the bulls fighting, because nearly half the remaining palace nobles now occupy the elevated viewing platforms surrounding the western training grounds. Ministers linger beneath shaded canopies while servants carry refreshments through the stands as though this entire situation is not deeply humiliating already.
I hate everyone here.
Especially because I know exactly why they came.
Not to watch Lady Han Yujin.
Not Lady Seo Rin either.
No.
They came to watch the girl rumored incapable of proper bending embarrass herself publicly.
They don’t even know if I can firebend or earthbend because my family lived in a Fire Nation colony before Lord Weilian got promoted and moved into the upper ring in Ba Sing Se.
Wonderful.
Kazae notices my expression immediately.
“Breathe.”
“I am breathing.”
“You look ready to stab a minister.”
“That IS breathing.”
Fair point, honestly.
Druk sleeps lazily around my shoulders while Moonshadow watches from atop the arena wall above us. Bronzefang remains farther back beneath the palace shade structures, though several guards still keep nervously glancing toward him every few minutes like he might suddenly decide nobles taste acceptable.
Reasonable concern.
The challenge trials themselves remain simple so far.
Physical movement.
Defensive forms.
Controlled sparring.
Nothing lethal.
Mostly ministers pretending this is not political theater disguised as practicality.
Lady Han Yujin performs first.
Predictably flawless.
Her firebending flows sharp and elegant across the arena floor while controlled streams of flame spiral beautifully around practiced footwork. The nobles watching practically melt from admiration while several ministers nod approvingly toward each other.
Yujin notices.
Of course she does.
She bows gracefully afterward while applause echoes throughout the training grounds.
Then Lady Seo Rin follows.
Less graceful.
Far more aggressive.
Her firebending strikes like military artillery—powerful, direct, and slightly terrifying. One training dummy literally explodes during her final attack, causing several noblewomen in the audience to flinch visibly backward.
Seo Rin looks very pleased about this.
Concerning woman.
Then, unfortunately, Minister Shinu calls my name.
“Lady Weilian YourName.”
The arena quiets immediately.
Too immediately.
I step onto the training floor slowly while nobles whisper throughout the viewing stands overhead. Druk lifts his head sleepily from my shoulders before glaring directly toward the crowd like an annoyed cat disturbed during a nap.
Honestly?
Same.
Kazae stands near the lower arena entrance now, arms crossed tightly while watching me with obvious concern.
“You can still do this,” he says quietly before I move farther away.
I tighten my grip around the wooden training dao at my side.
“…Maybe.”
The problem is not the sword.
The sword feels familiar.
Balanced.
Safe.
The problem waits beside the arena wall.
A firebending station.
Prepared specifically for me.
I stare at it too long.
And immediately, Lady Han Yujin notices.
Of course she does.
“How strange,” she says suddenly from the viewing platform above, voice carrying sweetly across the arena. “A daughter of the Fire Nation looking frightened of fire.”
Silence falls sharply afterward.
Ah.
There it is.
Kazae’s expression darkens instantly.
Meanwhile Lady Seo Rin merely watches with visible interest from nearby like someone observing a potential duel.
Disturbing woman.
Yujin smiles pleasantly afterward.
“Forgive me,” she continues smoothly. “I simply find it curious how someone so celebrated for compassion refuses the very element tied to our nation’s spirit.”
The nobles murmur quietly.
Because everyone understands the implication immediately.
Cowardice.
Weakness.
False kindness.
“She acts gentle,” Yujin says softly now, gaze fixed directly toward me, “yet perhaps it is only because she lacks strength entirely.”
Kazae steps forward immediately.
Dangerous mistake.
“Careful,” he says coldly.
The entire arena stills.
Because General Kazae Shenlong rarely speaks that way unless violence approaches.
But before the situation worsens, I lift one hand slightly.
Stopping him.
Yujin watches carefully.
Victorious already.
She thinks silence means surrender.
Then quietly, I speak.
“If you want it to sound noble, wise, and quietly powerful:
“You think cruelty proves strength. I honestly do not understand why we pit women against one another to win the hand of a man. Women are stronger than that.
We are taught to see each other as rivals, as obstacles standing between ourselves and some prize waiting at the finish line. Yet the true prize is not a crown, a title, or a husband's favor. It is our dignity, our character, and the choices we make when no one is watching.
What strength is there in tearing another woman down? What honor is there in humiliating someone simply because she stands where you wish to stand? If a man is worthy, he will choose with his own heart. If he can be won only through schemes, cruelty, and the suffering of others, then perhaps he is not worth winning at all.
I refuse to believe that our worth is measured by whether a man chooses us. We are daughters, sisters, leaders, scholars, warriors, healers. Our lives are far greater than a contest designed to make us forget that.
You call kindness weakness because it is easier to hurt than to understand. It is easier to mock than to show compassion. But kindness requires restraint. It requires courage. It requires choosing what is right even when cruelty would be rewarded.”
The arena hushes further.
Yujin’s smile falters slightly.
Only slightly.
I continue calmly. I’m not even done yet.
“You think kindness must be fake because you cannot imagine power existing without humiliation attached to it.” My grip tightens slightly against the wooden sword. “That sounds exhausting, honestly. So no, I will not fight another woman for the sake of proving myself worthy. I know my worth already. And if that makes me different from all of you, then I will gladly stand alone.”
A few nobles visibly choke trying not to react.
Yujin’s expression sharpens immediately.
“You misunderstand me.”
“No,” I answer softly. “I understand you perfectly.”
Silence.
Heavy silence.
Then she tilts her head slightly.
“Then prove me wrong.”
And there it is.
The arena shifts subtly afterward.
Everyone waiting.
Watching.
Wanting.
Fire.
Kazae looks toward me carefully now.
Not pressuring.
Just hopeful.
Because he knows.
Spirits, he knows how hard this is.
“You don’t need perfection,” he says quietly from the edge of the arena. “Just try.”
The words land differently coming from him.
Softer.
Older brother instead of general.
Then unexpectedly, another voice joins his.
“You already survived worse things than this.”
Zuko.
I turn sharply toward the royal viewing balcony above the arena.
And immediately regret it.
Because Fire Lord Zuko is watching me directly now.
Golden eyes steady.
Patient.
Not demanding.
Never demanding.
The entire arena follows my gaze instantly afterward.
Excellent.
Now everyone knows the Fire Lord is personally invested in my emotional crisis.
Wonderful.
But Zuko does not seem to notice the tension spreading through the crowd.
Or perhaps, he simply doesn’t care.
His expression remains calm while he leans slightly forward against the balcony railing above.
“You are not your fear,” he says quietly.
The words hit too hard.
Far too hard.
Because suddenly, I remember another boy burned by expectations standing before fire he never wanted to wield against family. And spirits, maybe that’s why he understands.
The arena waits silently.
No whispers now.
No mockery.
Just expectation.
Slowly, I move toward the firebending station. Every step feels heavier. The brazier flame flickers quietly before me while heat curls upward against my skin. My hands already tremble slightly before I even raise them into stance.
I hate this.
Spirits.
I hate this.
Kazae watches carefully.
Zuko too.
The entire court breathing around me like one massive waiting creature.
Then slowly, I inhale, shift my stance, and try.
Nothing happens.
Heat curls uselessly around my fingertips before fading instantly into smoke.
Tiny.
Pathetic.
The nobles murmur immediately.
Of course they do.
Yujin’s smile returns.
Cruel.
Satisfied.
My chest tightens painfully.
There it is again.
Failure.
Just like before.
Then suddenly, Druk wriggles violently from my shoulders.
Before I can stop him, the hatchling leaps directly onto the arena floor between me and the brazier.
The entire court freezes.
Druk stares upward at me fiercely afterward.
Then, with all the confidence in the world, the tiny dragon sneezes fire directly into the brazier.
WHOOMPH.
Flames explode upward instantly.
Several nobles yelp.
One minister nearly falls backward.
Kazae bursts out laughing immediately.
Traitor.
Meanwhile Druk chirps proudly before trotting back toward me like he personally solved the situation.
The ridiculous creature.
And somehow, despite everything, I start laughing too.
Small.
Breathless.
Real.
The tension cracks instantly afterward.
Even Zuko smiles openly from the balcony now.
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