**Three Months Later**

Prince Zuko sat up in his bed and groaned. It had been the same for three long months now. He would wake to the same walls and do almost the same thing every day. Get up, eat a small breakfast, train with the Firebenders for most of the day, and then he would take a break. He then would end up thinking about the girl he would choose to be his wife. And when he chose her, what would happen with Ila. He would push away most of the bad thoughts and go train again to forget. None the less, today was different. And colder than ever. It had been getting a lot colder over the past several weeks. It was because they were getting closer to their destination. But today, they were as close as possible. Zuko got out of bed and walked in to the bathroom. He looked in to the mirror while starting to run the sink water. He shook his head; fixing his bed head. His hair had gotten longer and he had had it cut during the middle of the journey. It was at its same length as before and he hadn't bothered to put it up at all during the trip. With a sigh, he bent over to splash water onto his face.

"GAH!" Zuko flew backwards in shock as the freezing water hit his face. He grabbed the hand towel and wiped his face quickly. He growled and looked at the faucet. He had turned it to hot but it obviously had no affect. He sulked and turned off the running water. He dabbed his face once more and then set the towel back down. He shivered a little and then breathed out fire once. He then made his way over to the fire place and lit it. He wasn't used to such cold and he had been sleeping with long baggy pants and an over lapping tunic most of the time. He started to slip off the top but there was a knock on his door.

"Prince Zuko?" Iroh asked while coming in.

"What is it, uncle?"

"The captain says we will arrive at the Southern Water Tribe in roughly fifteen minutes."

Zuko removed his tunic and shivered again. "Agni, damn it! It's so cold!"

Iroh sighed and stepped in. "Just try and smell good…"

Zuko turned with a slight blush and raised an eye brow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"No, no, my nephew. I simply meant…" He paused. "You're about to get a new wife…just gussy up."

Zuko pulled out a long robe out of his chest. "I get it."

Iroh smiled and nodded. "Good luck." He then walked out of the room.

Zuko put on the long thick robe after he tightened the draw string on his pants and putting on his boots. It felt nice to be wrapped up in thick fabrics but it did nothing to slow his racing heart and turning stomach. He let out an unsteady breath and then put his hood up while turning to face the door. He stepped out of his bedroom and could almost feel that he would not be sleeping alone tonight.

"Good morning, Prince Zuko." A servant said while walking up to him.

The prince simply nodded at the young man.

"You're breakfast is set out in the main lounge."

Zuko gave the servant a sheepish look. "I'm actually not too hungry."

He nodded and bowed his head down. "Yes sir." The man walked away and Zuko turned around a corner. He pulled open the door and then stepped out onto the deck of the ship. He made his way over to the railing of the long end. He leaned on the cold metal and looked at the light blue water that rushed by and never seemed to end.

"Come out for some air?"

Zuko frowned even more. "I just want to be alone uncle…I'm so nervous."

Iroh stood next to him; wearing a thin Fire Nation over coat and his hood up. "I wouldn't worry. You'll find someone."

"No…I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about what I'm going to do when I've got her."

"Well…she'll probably be angry and confused. You might want to leave her alone for a while. Oh…and get any water out of the room. Never know if she will be a Waterbender."

Zuko went grim. "What if I pick a master Waterbender?" He asked with wide eyes.

Iroh shrugged. "Lock the bathroom door with your bending."

Zuko groaned exasperated. "I hate my grandfather…If it wasn't for him, my sister would have nothing bad about me"

Zuko whimpered in frustration. "Damn it…"

"Sorry."

"No, I just don't want to do this."

"Who would? Arranged marriages aren't known to be easy and happy, my nephew."

Zuko rested his chin in his hand as his elbow was on the railing. "Would you leave me to my thoughts?"

Before the retired general had time to answer, a guard came onto the deck and spoke. "Prince Zuko! We will be arriving in just a few minutes!"

Zuko bit his lower lip and nodded. He then ran to the guard as Iroh followed along at his own pace. Zuko ran into the ship and then turned down the halls. Eventually he came to entrance and he stopped; stumbling.