The plump pillows provided comfortable support for his head. So did the soft covers underneath the brocade bedspread. Tucking his arms behind his head, Sokka frowned. Clearly, undressing hadn't had the desired effect. Azula was fully clothed, leaning back against her desk, arms crossed tightly beneath her breasts.
He opened his mouth to invite her in. She stared intently down into the carpet with a tiny frown, oblivious. Unlike Zuko, she never paced when something bothered her. Instead, she coiled up tight. With a deep sigh, he relaxed on her bed and waited for her to spring whatever it was on him.
"You know Sokka, I've been thinking, and it really seems the only viable solution." Her eyes locked fiercely on the carpet pattern.
"Zuko is clearly worried we'll create a scandal. Everyone wants to avoid launching another Hundred Year War. As long as there's no formal alliance between our nations, the risk remains. Yes. From a political perspective, it's the only sound solution."
He waited. A light blush tinted her cheeks.
"I mean, that way we could be together whenever we want to. I'd be able to stop drinking that wretched tea. Your father could rest assured we won't invade."
Eyes met. Blue ones widened in wonder.
"Azula! Are you asking me to marry you?"