Here's a shout out to Gh0stwriter and Shimacrow Holmes for getting the first one. But its gonna take a pro to get this one. Don't be afraid to do some research.
She recognized him immediately from the detailed sketch posted on the notice board in the middle of town. A burn like that was rare and far between. He was the fire-lord's banished son. Not to mention he presented himself like a prince. Head held high in dignity that had been ripped from him because of his new status as a fugitive. Yet still, he held on to the royalty he was born into.
Although his movements were sharp, swift, much unlike a prince. This showed he had some-what adapted to life on his own, away from his own.
She had always believed that if she came in touch with anyone from the royal family, she would be quick to poison them, but something about the hopeless look in his eyes made her stop. They were practically empty, like the inside of a vase after you just emptied it of water. It was the little droplets of hope stuck to the sides that compelled her to invite them in. To trust them. Or maybe it was the prominent scar on his face, so similar to her own, yet so much more distinct. Just looking at it taught her so much about their culture, and how different it was from her own.
They didn't care who it was they were scarring. You could be from the Water village, the Earth Kingdom, a Nomad, or even the Fire Nation, and they would still scar you, had you entered their path. A cruel people, at least that is what she figured until she met him.
He was cold, hardened, but he had been forced into that by his family. If only their were some way she could tell him that there were more sides than the one he was on, more options than the ones he was taking, more types of honor than the one he was pining for. But in fear of scaring him away, she kept quiet, in hopes that one day he would see all he could be. All the ways he could make the world a better place.
Guess who?