Korra played with the ruffles along the front of her white wedding gown. A long trailed dress with a hip hugging form. The front was a curtain drape, with a long smooth silk pattern between. Ruffled along the buttons that went up to her neck, the sleeves were open, revealing her inner elbows. Glove like rings adorned her middle fingers to keep everything in place. Her heels were crystals sculpted by Bolin as a wedding present only he could think of. Korra wore sapphire earrings that her father had crafted for her. They were tear drops and hung together by a single, barely visible, metal wire. Her hair was curled; a small braid resembling a head band, the end of it curled resting on her right ear; the rest was pulled to the side. Her nails were painted with a color called "Yue blue" given to her by Asami.

A knock at the door startled her. She knew it wasn't Amon; he'd mocked her early that week saying "I won't be able to visit you until our wedding day. It's bad luck to see the bride." She hated him. And she hated this day knowing he was going to be there. She at least wanted her fake wedding to be at home. But he refused, saying if they got married in the southern water tribe the Equalists wouldn't deem it unity. So after several arguments she conceded and agreed to a Republic City wedding. However, the room would be adorned in blue, white, and light violet. "Come in!" She yelled. As her parents and Asami walked in.
"Hi, "Korra said in a sorrowful voice with a faint smile "I didn't expect to see you guys 'til after the ceremony."
"Well… it is our daughter's big day." Senna said hugging her daughter as tears left her eyes. Korra felt herself about to cry, but fought back tears to seem strong for her family. "It's okay mom. I'm okay."
Tonraq was asked to walk Korra down the aisle traditionally. But he initially refused. Feeling like he'd be handing over his only daughter to a man that stood for selfish acts. However, he didn't want Korra to face him alone and agreed. Korra hugged both her parents and kissed them both several times to ease their pain.
"We love you so much." Tonraq said kissing Korra's head. Letting their daughter go, they walked out the door as Senna began to cry.
"I'm here to do your makeup, Korra." Asami said waving several beauty utensils around.
"Ugh, bring on the war paint." Korra laughed. Asami painted a white moon onto Korra's forehead and painted her lips with a matte clear color for moisture. "And for the finishing touch," Asami said slipping a tiny pearl like pill into Korra's mouth.
"Asami-" but before Korra could protest Asami silenced her. "It's a special pill Katara invented. It'll stop you from getting pregnant. The effects wear off after a month, so you're going to have to take one every month to stop from carrying that bastards child." Asami looked to Korra with determination and nodded surely.
"I never thought about that…" Korra turned her head to the left; ashamed. She hadn't thought that she would actually have to have sex with Amon. "It's a fake marriage… we won't have to have sex…" Korra said almost like a question as she looked to Asami.
"Just in case Korra. If you need any advice you can always ask me you know." Asami said putting her hand on Korra's knee.
"Well… how do I? Does it hurt? How long does it last? I… my mom gave me the basics when I was 14… but I really don't know what to expect." Korra turned away from Asami. How could she look at her friend who was so kind and beautiful and say something so grotesque?
"It depends on the person how long it lasts. It does hurt a little at first. But once things go on for a bit it starts to feel okay. You're going to be his wife. Not his prisoner. You decide what you do Korra. Don't be afraid to ask me anything. Now, you have a years' worth of pills so I'll keep the supply plentiful for when you need them."
"Thanks Asami. I owe you-" as the door slammed open two Equalist guards stormed in. "Get out Sato. We're taking the Avatar to the altar." One female male guard said.
"Be brave Korra." Asami said squeezing Korra's hand before walking out the door.
Korra had to deal with Amon; But not his Equalists. She pushed both out the way as she walked to the door where her fate met.

Waiting for her was her father.
"Ready?" Tonraq held out his arm for Korra to grab.
"Yeah, thanks Dad." Slipping the small veil that went to her chin on, Tonraq opened the doors where their friends and family stood anticipating the walk of the bride. Meelo was the necklace bearer while Ikki was the flower girl. Asami was the maid of honor, dressed in a light blue shawl dress. Jinora wore a blue and silver dress.
As Korra scanned the room for everyone she knew a chill went up her spine. Realizing that the one person who had his eye on her was Amon.

The minister looked to Tonraq and asked "Do you give this young woman to this man?" Bringing his hand to Korra to grab.
" 'Til death do they part." Tonraq said glaring solely at Amon. Grabbing Korra's hand, the minister handed her to Amon who grabbed her other hand.

"Do you, Amon of Republic City, take Korra to be your wife? To love her and hold her, in sickness and in health, to be forever faithful to her and to respect her?"
"I swear on her life." Amon said seriously.

"Do you, Korra of The Southern Water Tribe, take Amon to be your husband? To love him and hold him, in sickness and in health, to be forever faithful to him and to respect him?" "I have no choice." Korra said sadly.
"The necklace?" The minister gestured to Meelo who gave him a pure white crescent moon. Amon placed it around Korra's neck
"Um… well… there were no vows given from either party… so…let's just get to the kiss. Amon, you may kiss you bride."
As Amon lifted Korra's veil wondered if Amon was going to take off his mask. Her heart started to race at the thought of what he looked like.
Amon slowly raised the mask. Revealing only his mouth and kissed Korra. Not the peck kiss she expected; But with passion. As his tongue danced with hers, Korra felt a strange sensation from herself. And she didn't like it one bit.

As the party went on people laughed, talked, ate, all around enjoyed themselves. Even President Raiko seemed to be genuinely happy. Korra got several compliments on how beautiful she was. Amon was cornered by several Equalist women and fangirls. Korra didn't care if Amon was with any of them. All she hoped was that he didn't expect to sleep with her if he was going to go out with any of those girls. One fan leaned in to whisper something into his ear with both her breasts hanging in his face. Amon didn't look amused and neither was Korra. She didn't like him. And this wedding was fake. But she'd be damned if she was openly disrespected. So Korra walked over to where Amon sat and proceeded to shoo the women away.
"I didn't know you cared." Amon said stretched out in his chair.
"I don't and never will." Korra said getting up.
Before she could walk away Amon grabbed her arm and pulled her into his chest.
"It's time for our dance."
"This wedding isn't real." Korra was about to push Amon away; but he gripped her wrists with a bone breaking tightness.
"Do not disrespect me." Amon loosened his grip on her as she leaned into him to stop the throbbing.
As they danced; their guests cleared the floor to watch them dance to what would be known as their song.

Leaves from the vine,
Falling so slow.
Like fragile tiny shells,
drifting in the foam.
Little, soldier boy.
Comes marching home.
Brave soldier boy.

Amon leaned into Korra's ear, and whispered "You're mine."

Comes marching home….