The peace between nations was an important thing; something that needed to be kept stable at all times. If it was possible for there to be a simple solution to keeping the peacefulness between the four nations, it was hoped that the rulers would do so. But every once in a while a certain ruler didn't want to compromise or settle for something simple; and that's when war broke out. Thankfully, this was not one of those times. This was one of those times where small dispute after small dispute happened, and the two rulers would decide to do something a little more than just sign a simple treaty. No, this time wasn't just a simple treaty signing. The Southern Water Tribe and The Fire Nation needed to settle its ground once and for all, and there was a simple solution to that. Fire Lord Ozai proposed that his son, Prince Zuko, would be married to Katara, daughter of Chief Hakoda. Hakoda had not been too fond of sending his daughter off to the Fire Nation to be married to some random person, but Katara had insisted that she would do anything to keep the peace between nations. That she didn't want to be the reason this little disagreement elevated into a war. She had never met the Prince; but she had hope that he would not be as cruel as she had heard the Fire Lord was. Maybe she would get lucky and this wouldn't be too bad.
"When Katara was led off the ship that had brought her from the Southern Water Tribe to the Fire Nation Capitol, she looked around at the change of scenery. It was a much different look than the snowy biome of the Water Tribe. After all, the Fire Nation was really just consisted of many islands clumped together, so the temperature here was much more tropical; and clearly much warmer than the South Pole. It was such a change, much different than what she was used to. She wasn't against the idea of change and starting new in a new place with a new friend whom would be her husband, but she just didn't know how long it would take her to adjust. She didn't know anyone here; she'd never been out of her Tribe at the South Pole. She would have to learn so many things, especially given that the Fire Nation was usually depicted as a bunch of sticklers and stuck up prudes; though those were likely rumors, Katara knew that the Nation was highly respectful of honor and class. Katara would need to know how to act in this place so she wouldn't be judged, or any other consequence that may happen. She heard that the prince was burned simply for speaking out of turn; it seemed quite harsh to her. Speaking out of turn? How did that qualify for someone to be scorched?
"Katara didn't meet a single person on her way into the palace, as the servants directed her straight into a bathroom and, before she could protest, was stripped and guided into a bathtub filled with warm water. She sunk into the water with a soft sigh. Though before she could truly relish her time in the warm water, her arms were lifted out at her sides and scrubbed down, a servant on each side, and two more further down at the foot of the bed who washed the remainder of her body. Katara knew it was simply a bath (despite the oddity that four others were present during her bath time), but it felt like her homeland was being washed off of her. She was stripped of her native clothes, and they were quickly folded and placed off to the side, with more elaborate reds and golds sewn together, folded and stacked ahead of her blue clothing.
No sooner was she finished being scrubbed down were the servants undoing her braid and taking out the blue beads in her hair. Her head was tilted back and she was instructed to wet her hair, and she did so, coming back up to find her hair now being lathered with a floral scented shampoo, and so many sets of hands scrubbed it through her hair, before she was nudged down under the water again and her hair rinsed off. When she arose from the water, the process of scrubbing in and rinsing put went on another time or so, before they helped her to stand, and she was dried off by once again, all four servants; three at her body and one to dry her hair, and the towels were wrapped around her.
She was led out of the room, two servants showing her to her room while the ones left each took a pile of clothes. The one with her old clothes stowed them away in a drawer of the dresser in the room she arrived in. Katara had a feeling she wasn't going to be ever wearing those again, but that they allowed her to keep them maybe as a reminder of her homeland, since she traveled here with really just herself. The one carrying a array of red and gold fabrics set the pile on her bed; clearly it would be what she was wearing. She wondered what it would look like on her? Would she look alright in the clothes they picked? She assumed looks would matter at such an occasion. She would be meeting her fiancée today, and she supposed it was customary in the Fire Nation to dress formally for things as important as this.
"Katara's towels were pulled away from her and the servants walked off with them, before returning to help dress her. Katara was adorned in a deeply red, near crimson kimono, with an over-tunic placed overtop of her. It was white, with the outer most part of it rimmed in red, and an adornment of red flowers arising from the bottom and splayed on the white brazenly. She had a golden sash tied around her waist, which matched the fabric at the edges of her sleeves, at the bottom of her robe, and at the collar, traveling down the rim of the opening. She was given a simple pair of red slip on shoes, which she assumed where plain because they wouldn't be seen from under her kimono, and she was sat down at a vanity. Almost immediately, her hair was pulled back from her face as it was combed, and the three other servants began spraying fruity smelling scents onto her skin, and putting eyeliner onto her, as well as bright red lipstick. She had thought she'd be donned in more makeup, but she was in quite simple makeup. Maybe they weren't so superficial here after all. Her hair was tied back at the top into a topknot, which was secured with a golden ring that had a red Fire Nation insignia on the front, and the rest of her hair was straightened time after time until it was pristinely straight. She felt like a completely different person; especially with the natural waves of her hair gone. But maybe these things were just experimental, because no one here had truly met her. And she had a feeling the servants were really given free range of how to dress and make up Katara and anyone else who would stay long term with the Fire Nation royal family, so they were testing things with her. Katara supposed she couldn't say much about it, because she knew she'd have to be changed into the reds and golds of the nation, so who was she to judge?

Once she was finally ready to appear at the feast she would attend for the royal family to announce the Prince's engagement, she was once again, led out by four servants whom she would have to learn the names of. She was seated on the left beside a young man, who she assumed would be the prince. She wanted to speak to him, to try and get to know the man she would end up marrying in a little while, but her words caught in her throat. She hadn't seen him before, and hadn't directly looked at him aside from the angle she got siting next to him, but she noticed the pinkish color or scar tissue; he had a large burn scar on the left side of his face, over his eye. His eye was near seared shut, as the skin around it made his eye permanently half closed. The rumors had been true, she thought. The Prince HAD been burnt. Though if it was truly for the stupid reason she had heard rumored that it was, she felt sorry for her future husband. That must've been something hard to deal with. She wondered if he ever got quite a bit of comments on the scar across his face.