A/N: Iroh's wedding! This drabble was inspired by the song You and Me, by Lifehouse. :) Such a pretty song. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

16 years old

"And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you." - You and Me, Lifehouse

Chapter 6 - You and Me

"Prince Ozai!" Iroh exclaimed, looking positively beaming as he approached Prince Ozai with an arm around his wife, Song. The young prince was engaged in a conversation with General Ming, who was in charge of the Southern Fleet. He turned slightly upon his brother's arrival.

"Brother," Ozai greeted, bowing in respect that he certainly didn't think his brother deserved. He turned to Song, who for her merit, was beautifully dressed in robes of white. She was a bit plain in Ozai's opinion and quite too cheerful but none the less, she looked radiant today. Her brown hair was pulled into an elegant twist and her gold eyes were shining, mirroring the glow of a rising sun. Ozai then turned to address her with a little more genuine smile. "Congratulations, Lady Song."

"Thank you," she murmured with a blissfully happy smile.

Iroh glanced between the general and his brother before chuckling. "Come now Ozai, now is not the time for conversing about the war."

"Then when is, brother?" Ozai challenged dryly. "When the Earth Kingdom is banging on our doors?"

Iroh dismissed him with a wave. "Have a cup of Jasmine Tea, brother."

"I don't want any tea!" Ozai snapped in return, glancing back into the crowded ballroom with an agitated sigh. He was in a bad mood and had been for the past hour. If only he could actually find...

"She's over by the head table," Song interjected with a soft smile.

Ozai turned back around sharply. "I know that," he sneered. He began stalking into the crowd, relieved he finally found her in the chaotic mess of bodies. But as he attempted to maneuver his way through, he was stopped by various generals who he couldn't turn down; the temptation to hear crucial and secretive news on the war too much to ignore. Still though as engaged as he was, his eye kept traveling around the room on the girl dressed in gold.

For the next hour or so, Ozai had worked furiously to keep himself busy speaking with generals and other soldiers in this ridiculously crowded ballroom but had now somehow found himself stuck with a wealthy noblemen who was attempting – rather poorly, to be frank – to engage him in conversation. He was from some island Ozai had already forgotten the name of and stood with his daughter, who looked rather apologetic to be here in the first place with an expression that clearly read 'I'm sorry for my father.' Her black hair was long and curled; her grey eyes wide with interest that matched her floor length gown. She was relatively quiet, or so appeared to be as her father – Lao, the prince thought sounded right – hardly let anyone get a word in.

The prince knew what this man was doing; boasting about his daughter's accomplishments, her handy craft work and Firebending abilities. If this lame attempt at future prospects hadn't been so familiar to the prince, he would have been a little more polite. But this sort of thing happened at most royal events. Wealthy noblemen and generals offering their daughters like some sort of prize. And as Ozai got older, it became more prominent; or perhaps more obvious, rather appropriately. And quite frankly, this annoyed him.

He didn't have time for these silly girls with a war to be lead.

"I hear your brother is working his way up in the military," Lao's voice managed to break through. "Fine fellow, Iroh. Rumor has it he's to be a general soon…the youngest in Fire Nation history! Isn't that wonderful?"

"Really wonderful," Ozai replied dryly. "It's reassuring to know as a general he's more likely to have tea with the enemy than conquer him."

Taking these words as a stab of humor, Lao broke out into laughter before continuing his praises on Iroh in which Ozai's mind traveled away. He succeeded the next ten minutes with responses of nods and grunts, not really listening to anything the man was saying. His eyes traveled the marbled floors and golden beams that were draped in crimson and ivory. Servants dressed in simple ivory robes were busying themselves carrying wooden trays laden with golden goblets and finger food that so often annoyed Ozai.

He didn't really realize he was looking for something until he caught sight of Ursa standing about twenty feet away, engaged in a conversation with one of the High Generals son's. Something unfamiliar panged at his side and his eyes narrowed in a cold fury. As though feeling the intensity of his gaze, Ursa turned and their eyes met. She frowned slightly – probably at his expression – before turning back around with a shake of the head.

His lips pursed slightly.

She was supposed to be his date and paying attention to him. It wasn't his fault he had been dragged away into talking to Lao and his daughter…what was her name again? Ursa could have followed and saved him from the past thirty painfully dull minutes that he'd never get back.

"You love her, don't you?"

The unfamiliar voice broke though Ozai's thoughts and he turned, noticing that Lao was missing but his daughter was still present and gazing up at him expectantly. When did Lao excuse himself? Ozai didn't recall this. He didn't really care either.

Then as though remembering the girl's words, his eyes widened slightly.

"Sorry?"

The girl smiled. "That girl over there," she said, gesturing toward Ursa. "The one in the gold gown." Ozai's gaze lingered over Ursa as she played with the red fire lily in her hair, which had been curled for the occasion. Her long, golden gown was adorned with glittering jewels and flowed onto the floor. She was easily the most beautiful sight he had seen, and held the prince's attention when no one else could. He felt something inside him twist up in a knot and he turned back to the girl, engaged in the conversation for the first time tonight.

"What makes you say that?"

"Because there must be a reason you can't take your eyes off her."

A/N: Hope you liked it! Please review!