She turned to see a man with messy brown hair, brown eyes and a piece of straw in his mouth. He spit out the straw.

"I loved your mother. She should have married me!" He yelled, attempting to undo her dress, while pinning her arms to the ground.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Kiana struggled to free herself from his vice-like grip.

"I know you came from Katara and your fire nation filth of a father."

Finally, her dress came off and he had his way with her, all the while Kiana tried to burn him. After his few moments of pleasure, a male voice rang out and the man disappeared.

"Kiana!" Zuko was calling out to her. "Kiana!"

The fire nation princess was curled in a fetal position and crying hysterically.

"Kiana!" Zuko bent down to touch his little girl. "Are you okay?"

"Please! Stop!" Kiana felt a hand on her shoulder. "Go away!" she looked into his face and no longer saw her attacker, but the concern-filled eyes of her father. "Papa! I'm sorry! Papa, it hurts!"

"Where?" Zuko examined her body and didn't find any cuts, scrapes or bruising.

"Inside." Kiana moaned and cried out to Agni.

"It'll be alright. We're going to go home now. I can always come back to finish the peace treaties. You're number one on this trip." He picked up his daughter and headed for the ship that was to take them home.

"Why are you back so soon?" Katara wanted answers.

"Kiana was hurt. I don't know how or who did it."

"You mean you weren't with her?" Katara slapped Zuko's face. "I told you to take care of Ana! Give her to me," Zuko gave her their daughter. "Maybe she'll respond to another woman."

Katara carried Kiana to her room. She laid her on her bed.

"Mama?"

"Yes, honey, I'm here." Katara rubbed her back.

"Oh, mama, I was so scared!"

"Tell mama what happened."

"He wanted you! He said you never should have married papa. It hurts! I tried

to burn him, but I couldn't. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I'm sorry." Kiana sobbed.

"What did he look like?"

"He had messy brown hair, brown eyes." She cried, remembering her captor's face. "And he was chewing on something, like a wet twig."

Katara gasped. "Jet. Where did he hurt you?"

"On the inside. Mama, it hurts."

"We'll go see Aunt Suki. Maybe she can help you feel better."