The Wolf – I know that I haven't written in a while and for that I am sorry. I am writing today in honor of Scyler. It is my lovely friend's birthday and this chapter is dedicated to her. I hope that you like the chapter. I do not own Avatar.

Katara slowed as she returned to the castle. Now that she had a chance to break the curse she had no idea what to do. The last time that she had ever interacted with anyone other than her fellow prisoners was the fateful day that she had been cursed. She tried to walk with a calm purpose but she could feel her stomach start to tie into knots. She could see herself maybe caring for an average man, or maybe a bender but of course the one she was stuck with was a fire bender. Katara could smell the fire that ran through is blood just as he or anyone else could feel the ice that she radiated.

She paused when she was at the base of the tower. Katara was scared and it was from someone who couldn't breathe if she decided he shouldn't. In her heart, deep down, she knew that if push came to shove, she could defend herself but she could never kill anyone. She knew her brother's eyes were watching her and could tell that he wanted to same something.

"Sokka, say what you are going to say. It isn't like you to be at a loose of words," her voice was a growl and harsher than she truly wanted it to be.

He started to shake in fear, "Well I was thinking and maybe…since it seems that he will be staying with us for some time…that you might want to offer him a different room from the tower." He shrieked as she stormed past him and up to the rest of the tower.

When she saw the man still standing her she finally set him free to move again. He fell to the floor and started to breath heavily. Katara moved forward but stopped just short of the light. The man seemed to lose all of his spirit as he started to realize that he would be trapped in this castle forever. She watched with batted breathe as the man walked towards the iron bar window to watch as his only family being taken away. Katara started to feel guilty and forgot how much that this feeling could make her squirm.

"Good bye," his voice sent chill down her spine.

On nights like tonight with no moon, Katara could feel water in all of its forms. She could feel it move throughout her body and throughout his body. That was why her heart started to sink again as she could feel the tears unshed in his eyes. "Come follow me to your room," Katara said winching as she could hear the slight tremble and guilt in her voice.

He looked back at her and the confusion was clear on his face. "Aren't I staying here?" his voice brushed against her in a soothing sort of way.

She got angry at her reaction to his voice, "Do you want to stay in the tower and freeze?"

He looked shocked at her, "No?"

"Then follow me," Katara said turning quickly. She could tell that he was following her without having to look back. They traveled in an awkward silence as Katara lead the way through the maze of halls and she could see Jet trying to get her to talk to the man behind her. "You may call me the Painted Lady or just Lady. I hope that you come to like it here, the castle is your home now. You may go anywhere that you want, except the southern wing," Katara said trying to sound as pleasant and welcoming as she possible could.

"My name is Zuko. What's in the southern wing?" he questioned.

Katara turned back to him with rage in her eyes, "IT'S FORBIDEN!"

The rest of the walk to Zuko's room was in silence. She would look at him from time to time and wondered if she should apologize for yelling but thought better of it. She opened the door to a room that would seem random to Zuko but her family had always put their most important guest in the room. He walked into the room appraising it. "My servants are around if you need anything and you will join me for dinner. That is not a request!" she slammed the door and encased the entire wall in ice.