Zuko stood on his balcony that eve, admiring the sky's perfection. Looking down, he caught a glimpse of something. The guest suit bathroom lights were on.
'I told Iroh we needed that window fixed…' he thought to himself. Unknown to the person using that room, was the fact that what looked to be a mirror in front of the tub was a window….a rather large window. Too large for a bathroom.
No one could see through the window unless they were at a specific angle, and Zuko's balcony window was at the perfect spot but being the man of honor that he way, always left the balcony when the guest bathroom lights turned on.
Except tonight.
While he doubled back to leave to balcony, he thought to himself. 'Only guests to the palace use that room. And no other guests have arrived yet…accept her.
He argued with himself on weather or not to stay and watch 'the show'.
It's dishonorable. She's very attractive. It's wrong. She'd do the same if it were you. I might get caught. She can't see you from here. I won't do this. You might not get this chance again.
While he debated, he didn't notice the small shadow of the woman step into the tub. So he sat their, unable to move or even breath for as long as Katara has been bathing, completely oblivious of her audience.
'She's perfect…' he thought to himself.
"Voyeurism is looked down upon, Prince Zuko." Yanked Zuko out of his lustful daze. He flipped around to face his disappointed, almost amused, uncle.
"Uncle! You're back early…there was a bird and I—" he was cut off.
"I think you should come away from the balcony, Zuko." Iroh said firmly as he led the uneasy prince out of the room.