Finally they were on the deck, it was about noon on a beautiful day. There was not a cloud in sight. It was a little windy but it felt good to feel the breeze go through her golden hair. Zelda closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the sweet, ocean air.

Prince Zuko stood there watching her. 'She looks absolutely gorgeous standing there with the wind in her hair and her dress flowing with the breeze.' He shook his head, returning himself to reality, and turned toward his Uncle.

He walked over to his Uncle Iroh, who was sitting at a table drinking tea, and told him that he wished to train. Zuko then took off his armor and his shirt, then his training partner walked over.

Zelda walked over to watch she sat down in a chair next to Iroh.

Zuko began his training by standing in his fighting stance. Then he let out a barrage of fireballs and he charged his partner doing fire kicks and other marvelous fiery attacks. Zelda, being a master of fighting herself, focused on his movements. She was finding his weaknesses and flaws in his technique in case she would ever have to fight him. Honestly, she realized that he didn't have that many flaws at all, not as many as other people she's seen fight. Zelda watched as the fire erupted from his fists and flew threw the air following his movements. It was almost like a dance with fire. Zelda noticed that a firebender's balance was very important in their fighting. Destroy their base and you could defeat them.

'He's so muscular,' Princess Zelda noted. 'So powerful, yet so graceful in his movements. He's an excellent fighter. He could defeat almost any opponent he faced…except for me.' She smirked at this thought.

"Prince Zuko, focus. Do not get too intense. If you are more relaxed, you can focus better."

Zuko nodded and continued. After many other attacks Zuko had finally caught the other firebender with Zuko's hand at his opponent's neck.

"Very good Prince, Zuko. You did very well today, even better than usual. I guess you had more initiative today," said Iroh he winked and looked over to Princess Zelda who had gotten up and was at the railing. She was staring into the ocean while leaning on her staff. Her golden hair shined in the sunlight. Prince Zuko walked over to her.

"Isn't the ocean amazing?" Zelda asked before Zuko could even announce his presence.

"I guess so. I am kind of tiring of it though. We're always traveling on the ocean."

"I could never tire of it. It's so mysterious and so amazingly beautiful." Zelda turned and looked up to Zuko and stared into his eyes. "It kind of reminds me of…you."

"What?" he was surprised by this statement.

"You are a mystery to me Zuko, a mystery that I would enjoy solving," she smiled and looked into his eyes.

"And how do you plan to do that?" he asked also smiling.

She looked around and realized everyone had left the deck, "Like this…" and she stood up on her toes and used her staff for balance and kissed him on the cheek.

Zelda walked toward the door, as Zuko stood there shocked holding the cheek that Zelda had just kissed in his hand. It felt warm, so warm. Something inside him jumped for sheer joy. He felt as though his heart had just skipped a beat. Then he did something he hadn't recently done, he smiled out of pure joy. Not to respond to someone else's smile, not because he had just heard news on the Avatar, just out of the pure joy he felt. He followed Zelda over to the door. She stood there waiting for him. Once he arrived at her side, he grabbed her hand and led her down the many corridors toward his room.

Zelda went into the room. She turned to see if Zuko was coming in, but he still stood motionless at the door.

"I have some things to take care of, so you can stay in here if you want or you could explore the ship," Zuko said.

"I think I will stay here and rest," Zelda replied.

"Very well, see you later then, Princess Zelda," Zuko said.

"Goodbye."

Zelda sat in the comfy armchair for a moment and thought about how he had said her name. She liked it when he called her Princess Zelda. She felt like her heart was soaring whenever he looked at her or spoke to her. The love of two young children years ago was being reborn.