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James had been woken up early that morning, he stared in the mirror at his unruly black hair and dark brown eyes. He glared at it and ran his fingers through it, pushing it down until it was smooth. He smiled and with the maids help, he was dressed in no time. "Mom, must I really do this?" He asked again. "Yes, your father is very proud of you, know go, or you'll be late." She replied. James nodded and mounted his black stallion, kicking it into a gallop, the people around him cheered as him and his escort, Thomas, left the gates and headed for the ball. James red scarf waved in the wind, marking him as fire nation, and royalty.

"Hey Thomas, what do you think this ball will be like?" He called.
"I don't know, pretty girls, people from all over, pretty girls." Thomas called back.
"Is that all you think about?" James called back.
"No! I also think about what they're wearing!" Thomas joked.
James rolled his eyes, he hoped that he could get more out of this then marriage, even though he was fire nation he had a heart. He wanted peace and happiness, something that his brothers didn't want, or have.