Change
"Miss Katara? Miss Katara, its time to wake!"
Katara groaned into an overly lush pillow as she attempted to push herself up and out of bed, but she fell back against the comforter with exhaust. The split second her eyes were open the sunlight streaming from the open windows blinded her, and she dug her head back into the linen.
"I am never going to get used to this," she mumbled, her words muffled by the pillow beneath her face.
She heard the servant bustling around the large bedroom, opening the curtains to let in the too-bright sunshine and placing her breakfast tray on a nearby table. Katara recognized the sounds of the large metal doors closing, and sighed into her pillow, remembering where she was.
Katara was so used to the adventures with Aang, her brother, and Toph that she nearly longed for the cold, hard ground beneath her sleeping bag and the sound of Sokka's snoring. She never imagined she'd settle down, in a palace no less, and end up with a full staff on her beck and call.
"Ughh," she moaned, frustrated with how much her life changed in the past few months. She was so distracted she hadn't noticed the screech of metal as the door opened again.
"Well aren't you a spoiled little princess."
"I rise with the moon, not the sun," she retorted, turning around and pushing her back against the headrest. Zuko laughed as he carried her breakfast to her, climbing into the bed beside her.
"I don't think I could ever get used to all this," she whispered, glancing around the room. There wasn't a single thing there she could afford on her own.
"Even if I asked you to?" Zuko asked, starring at Katara's breakfast tray. Katara followed his gaze to see a little black box where her tea would be.
Katara let out a small gasp when her eyes laid on the betrothal necklace, the beautiful purple stone shining against the sun's rays.
"Maybe one more change wouldn't hurt," she said, leaning towards Zuko with a kiss. She smiled against his lips; realizing things were finally taking a turn for the better.