"So, Dragon of the West, how do you like my arena?" Burn asked. 

She sat with the Gang and Uncle on her balcony. They were given human snacks. She was eating fried pork balls dragon sized. 

"It is truly a magnificent sight as beautiful as you." Iroh said.

Burn let out a laugh.

"So, your majesty how'd you get the throne?" Aang asked.

"I won the war." She smiled.

She turned to them.

"A dragonling can either challenge the queen or the queen dies with a single heir so I made sure I was." Burn smiled.

Their eyes widen and they exchange nervous looks. Burn turned to Iroh.

"Tell me Iroh, your nephew talks on and on about your famous tea. Is it really as good as he says?" She asked.

"It is if you believe it's something special it truly is." He said.

"Mmmm. I look forward to trying it." Burn said.

Iroh nodded happily. 

I await my turn. God. They'll see me. They'll see what I have to do. The gate opened. I walk out. All eyes were on me. Some eyes I wish weren't on me.