"Prince Zuko."
The black haired male turned to half-heartedly glance at the guard standing in the doorway of his private chambers.
"What?"
"A gift. Sent by the Earth Kingdom colonies."
"Present it to me."
The guard slipped out of sight for a moment while Zuko strolled over to a lush black and red couch in front of a high crackling fire.
The guard had returned holding the upper arm of a slender female. Zuko raised an eyebrow and looked questioningly at the guard.
"The colonies had found her in villagers fighting against the fire nations hold. Destroying bases and factories."
"So they send her to me?"
"If you wish my prince I can send her back-"
"No. She can stay. Leave her and go."
The guard bowed and released the woman into the room, closing the thick doors behind him leaving the woman and Zuko.
"What is your name?"
She looked up at him, her eyes a magnificent blue that only held contempt in that moment.
"There is no point fighting against us here."
"I will fight against everything you are for as long as this war continues."
Zuko chuckled at her determination.
"You have guts I can give you that. Tell me your name, girl. Keeping in mind that I do have ways of forcing it out of you."
"So you think because you are a fire lords son you have the right to treat others like dirt?"
"No. You are just being rude. You are aware of who I am."
"Katara."
Zuko nodded and rose, coming towards the woman standing with her arms crossed and face in a set expression of pure hatred.
"Welcome to the fire nation."
He went straight towards her and stood a distance away, observing her.
She was fairly pretty. Her skin was dark and fair with cascading brown locks falling to her waist which was slim and toned. The clothes the slavers dressed her up in showed off her mid riff with a cropped red sleeveless shirt and a red skirt that had the sides cut out showing off long legs. Heavy gold bands were clasped around her wrists, branding her as a slave while the gold linings on her clothes said she was not only a slave but a royal slave.
"You need something of mine."
"What?"
Zuko wandered over to his dresser and searched through it pulling out numerous pieces of usual jewellery and head pieces
. "Whenever a slave has been allocated to someone of the royal family they must always wear a piece of that person to indicate that they are there's."
"I am not a slave let alone yours!"
He removed a long golden chain that he held up, coming over to Katara.
"You are lucky it is me you are stuck with."
"You are as much of a monster as any of them."
"You have clearly never met my sister. Turn around."
Katara did as she was told, turning her back to Zuko as he grabbed two thick bundles of hair from the front of her face, pulling them back along either side of her head to meet on the back. There he knotted the pieces together and clipped the golden chain. Twisting it neatly through her hair before tying off the bottom, giving off the original appearance that she has a long golden streak running through her hair.
"Now you are mine."