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Succulent were the taste of his lips as he passionately caressed my own. Gently, he pressed me against the smooth palace wall. His skin felt soft as rose petals beneath my fingers as I ran them up the side of his face, tracing the strong jawbone then finally stopping under his darkened eye. The lid abruptly lifted open along with its pair, both glared at me. My arm fell limp and I slowly brought it back down to my side. Zuko, crowned king of the Fire Nation, was either the most passionate man in the Nation or the one most feared. Whenever he takes role of the latter, I desperately wish my homeland, the Water Nation, was still in existence.

In a flurry, I take in a breath of air. The pleasant aroma of the palace garden instantly calms me, but the scent doesn't do anything to sway Zuko's demeanor. His eyes, glare down at me. They are filled with passion, hate and confusion. Neither of us knows what to say.

"I-"

"Kata-"

We both let out a small chuckle and gaze back into the other's eyes. Then tension is slightly lifted and Zuko has slipped back into the man I know him to be. I take a step forward and grab his hand, walking in the direction of the Palace Garden's pond. Zuko's hands are warm, coursing with energy. My heart skips a beat at the thought of what I am about to do. So soon… The deed is almost done. Zuko respects me, nothing will go wrong. This will be simple. Even though I tell myself these things, my heart is still running at top speed, anxiety coursing through my veins.

Zuko stops a foot away from the water and kneels down. Scooping up a flower floating on the surface he hands it to me. I smile and crouch down to meet his eye level. I drop the flower and he abruptly embraces me with strong arms, running his mouth against my skin. My emotions are in turmoil, I really am going to do it.

Shrugging out of my sweater I watch Zuko. His eyes are closed; he seems at peace, showing his vulnerable side to only me. I slowly feel around the balled up sweater, my fingers clasping around a cold metal object. Tightening our embrace, I take the dagger and slam it into Zuko's back. The sharp metal pierces through his heart, killing him on the spot. Not a single scream was uttered.

"Firelord Zuko, you deserved this early death. When you kill your wife's best friend and brother then wipe out the entire nation in which she was born, you are going to get a hell lot of revenge."

I wipe the blood off of the dagger with Zuko's silk handkerchief and stroll into the palace. I am the Fire Nation's new ruler. Firelord Katara. For once, there will be justice in the world of the Avatar.