In the Firenation, the Firelords words are absolute.
"If you play your cards well, you will go far," he says, and Mai bows deep before him and the court bows with her.
The firelord's hands are strong and burning hot, but he shoots fire and lightning with icecold precision. His words, too, are precise, short, to the point. They whisper in her ear sometimes, whisper promises and threats and when she lifts her head he has already turned elsewhere. Mai has never looked him in the eye.
She walks down corridors that are dark and deserted, hiding silent words carefully in the folds of her dress, muffling her steps and opening doors without as much as a rustle of the drapes framing them.
In the Firenation, the Firelords words are absolute. In the Firelords bedchamber, his hand is heavy on her neck.
