She felt so nervous, she kept looking at herself in the mirror still not finding comfort on her image. Her curvy hair falling over her shoulders, with her signature two separate ponytails, one falling at each side of her face and a semi ponytail in the back, her hair adorned with red and golden accessories. She looked down to her dress, an intense red that faded to orange in the bottom, her arms partially covered with red satin arm-mittens. She readjusted the skirt of the dress for the nth time. Why couldn't she be more beautiful? Like Asami or any of the Fire Nation girls that Iroh had behind him.
- You look beautiful, Avatar Korra - She heard a subtle feminine voice, filled with emotion and love
She turned around and there she was, Iroh's mother, looking at her as if she was her own mother.
- I… Uh… Thank you - She managed to say, turning for a blinking moment back to the reflecting glass and then turning back, crestfallen. The Fire lord approached her, fixing Korra's bangs.
- There, all done. - The oldest woman turned and managed Korra to turn to the mirror by taking her by the shoulders. - You look stunning, you see? - She smiled and Korra's face flushed in a soft red tone.
The beautiful woman with black hair and golden eyes walked to the door - Iroh is waiting for you - She smiled and left.
"Oh, Spirits, Iroh… I almost have forgotten he was the reason for this " The blue eyed girl thought, blushing furiously and caressing her lips with her fingers, a soft smirk managing its way through.
She nodded to herself in the mirror, encouraging herself and she swore that for a moment she had seen Master Katara, Aang and Firelord Zuko encouranging her too.
She walked through the hall carefully to avoid tripping with the heels she was wearing, she sighed when she finally decided to walk down the stairs.
The music was low and suddenly everyone stopped their dance and turned around to see her but her eyes were completely locked on him. Him, her prince. Her sun, her warmth. Him, with golden eyes and light tanned skin from the touch of the sun in his ship. Him. The reason she was standing there.
He looked at her in awe, his eyes widened at the view. She was utterly beautiful. She looked sensual, gorgeous, perfect. The contrast between her chocolate skin and the vibrant red of the dress. Her long legs, one being shown with the cut of the dress, and she was wearing heels. His jaw dropped and he started walking towards her, still hypnotized. He stood on the base of the stairs, then he smiled and bowed to her, extending his hand for her to take it.
-May I have this dance, Milady? - He murmured tenderly, looking up to her eyes of the deepest skies, still with his head in bowing position.
- It would be my honor, General - She responded, accentuating the word. The word she knew that made his senses tingle, because of what meaning it held to him due to his relationship with his grandfather. He smiled, somewhat blushed.
She took his hand, he guided her to the center of the dance floor. He pulled her close and wrapped her waist with his free hand, surprising her. The Waltz started to play and Iroh started to dance along, Korra a little nervous trying to follow his steps
- Just imagine you are waterbending… Just flow.. -
She understood and nodded, his movements where indeed very similar to the bending ones and that made her felt more confident about the dance, he held her closer.
- You look amazingly gorgeous, Korra - He whispered in her ear, caressing her skin. Her face reddened deeply
- You are not looking bad yourself, Hotman - She sighed happy and with relief and rested her head in his chest, she could hear his loud heartbeat and she felt safe there, she could stay like that forever. He rested his chin at the top of her head, squeezing firmly her hand. Everyone was looking, but tonight, it was just the two of them.