The Dance of the Dragons
Zuko glared at the latest minister who had interrupted them. A hand lightly touched his sleeve, before a knife flew past the minister, gently slicing a few hairs from his head. The now cowering politician quickly ran out the door, hoping to avoid another knife. The hand on his arm slowly rose, turning Zuko's face to meet it's owner's. Said owner gently laid a kiss on Zuko's head.
"Who would've thought there would be so many other opinions in our wedding plans?" Mai smiled lightly at her fiance's comment, stroking his hair lightly.
"I wish could say I'm surprised, love."