It had been three months since the Southern Water Tribe and the Fire Nation formed an alliance by promising a wedding between the last water bender of the Southern Tribe and the Fire Nation Prince. Now, three months later, it was going to happen.

Katara and Zuko had spent almost all their time together. They ate together and sometimes they would even bend together (or against each other). Their friendship was strong and dtill developing. But now, today was the day that it would be tested.

Katara awoke on her own the morning. Usually, Zuko would enter her room and gently shake her shoulders until she awoke. Today he didn't. When she opened her eyes, he was sitting in a chair far off in the corner, as if he were keeping his distance. She had learned to love Zuko, like Uncle Iroh had said. But she still didn't love, love him. How could she? You couldn't force these things. You had to wait till the right time…

Zuko stayed in the chair. He looked serious and intense. Katara stretched her arms and jumped out of bed, ready for the day.

"So what is it today, Zuki?" she asked playfully as she picked out her clothes from her dresser. The water tribe girl was slowly learning to love red. "We could battle out, bending style." she lightly suggested. "Or we can wrestle, if you're not too scared." she laughed at her own joke. Zuko remained silient.

"Zuko…?" she asked, sounding concerned. He sighed heavily. Katara rushed to his side.

"What is it?" she asked alarmed now. The day he couldn't even wait for was here, and he just wanted to run away. How could he do this to her?

"Do you even know what we're doing today?" he asked. His golden cat eyes penetrating her softer sapphire blue irises.

"Whatever pleases you, I suppose." she said bluntly. You have no idea. He thought.

"Today, Katara, is our wedding."