Series of drabbles about the relationship of the Fire Princess and the Avatar's son, Bumi
Bumi's POV
Of course, I'd met her when we were very small, before I'd remember her later. Then my family and her's didn't see each other for awhile, when the construction of Republic City was underway and Dad thought it would be good to raise us on this island outside the city. Now, the second time I met her, the Fire Nation princess, I silently swore I'd always look out for her. Mom was still pregnant with Tenzin when we came up, Kya was in Republic City with Dad and Uncle Sokka.
The princess, a few months older than me, had long dark hair that covered most of her face as she shied away from my mother and I. The Fire Lord- who towered above me- was holding her little body up in his arms, and her face was buried shyly into his neck. Uncle Zuko was always protective of her, Mom had told me she'd been born too early, so she was always very petite, despite how tall her mother and father were. Her health was fragile, and so was she, but she never showed it. But there were no real incidents when we were together when we were little, Uncle Zuko was so painfully careful with her. Even when she was born, the Fire Lord personally asked Mom to deliver the baby, he didn't trust anyone else with his child.
The scarred royal nudged her and the little princess turned her face and Bumi saw her pale skin and rosy cheeks. She smiled shyly at my mother as Mom cooed at her and pecked her plump little cheek. At five years old, she was the first girl I ever looked at and thought "Wow. She's so pretty." Of course, my mother had called me out on it when I blushed and uncharacteristically hid behind her blue layered dress. Then, she made my cheeks heat up even more when she told Zuko how beautiful I thought his daughter was. Zuko laughed it off, but as soon as Mom turned away he shot the universal "I'm watching you" sign at me. The princess peered over her father's shoulder at me as I walked behind him as Mom and Uncle Zuko talked, and smiled wide at me. I blushed deep red, and enthusiastically waved at her.
So, that day I decided she was the only tolerable woman. Since, she was the only girl in the whole world that wasn't my mom that I didn't think was horrifically gross and annoying. And for the rest of my life she'd be the only girl for me, even though at that time, I would've told you she "Had less cooties than most girls". Mom had seen this as enough reason to start planning our wedding. I was mortified. Even more so when she told Kya, who then told everyone that I was already planning on how to propose.
