Disclaimer: ATLA isn't…I think you already get the point. This song isn't mine, and a few lines were taken directly from the song, but the story was derived of my own sweat, blood, and imagination. And the carpal tunnels.

Katara was standing on a balcony in the Fire Palace. She was wearing a beautiful ballgown, explained by the dance going on inside

She sighed.

This was supposed to be fun, she was supposed to dance with all the well-off men from the rich and old families.

Sorry Dad, but it's kind of hard to find the men you've chosen when they all have masks on. Did we have to do this at a Masquerade ball?

She really didn't mind though—her father might be displeased, but she wasn't as shallow as other nobles to be content with a lot of money and a big house, despite what they all believed.

She turned and watched as people danced inside, where it was much stuffier—especially in the summer air.

She tried to breathe through the corset her father had insisted upon her wearing.

She had only gotten used to the Fire Nation heat—they had only been there three years. Now her father had her wearing something to further hinder her ability to breathe.

She fanned herself with her ice blue fan, gripped her dark blue waist, and recovered from the latest wave of vertigo that made her head spin.

Suddenly, the crowd parted somewhat for a young man in a half-mask in the shape of a faceless sun, with small, small slits for eyes.

He smiled.

She was wearing a moon mask that revealed the top left half of her face, and stopped right above her mouth in the shape of a crescent.

"Hello." She blinked.

"H-Hello." He bowed, and held out a hand. Music from the vast ballroom could be heard faintly, and it took her a few moments to realize he was offering to dance with her.

"Oh!" She took his hand, and he swept her into a dancing posture as his other hand slid around her waist expertly. Somehow she knew that the wave of vertigo and the dizziness that came was not from her corset.

Blue eyes stared into yellow, white contrasted on brown, for the remainder of the night…

*oOo*

I opened my eyes, coming out of the flashback as a rock hit my window.

I smiled as I saw who it was.

Fire Prince Zuko, the young man behind the sun mask.

He ran a hand through his shaggy black hair—I had asked him to grow it out, he looked dorky with the ponytail—as he waited for me. I opened the window.

"You're late," I whispered. He turned towards the window and smiled.

"Royalty is never late, everyone else," he was climbing up the wall to my window by the ladder on my wall covered with greenery. When he reached the top he finished the statement.

"Is simply early." He gave me a kiss.

And that's when my father Hakoda called from around the corner.

"When I count to five, that boy had better be gone. One…" Zuko sighed, and began to climb down, and I began crying. It was like this every time. "Two…"

"Please…" I begged. "Please don't go." He gave a sad smile.

"Three…"

"I can't. I'll come back, just like I always do. I promise." I wiped my eyes.

"Just take me somewhere we can be alone, alright?"

He smiled, genuinely this time.

"Four…"

"Of course." And he was gone.

"Five!" Hakoda came around the corner.

The ladder was hidden and my window was closed. He grunted.

"Good. He better woo Katara properly. Then we can talk about 'visiting hours'." He chuckled at his own joke.

*oOo*

I snuck out to the garden of the Fire Palace one night. Zuko was waiting.

I ran into his arms, and started crying softly. We had to be quiet, getting caught was not an option. He just held me in his arms for a while.

"They keep telling me how I should feel about you, my life, everything." He lead his head on mine.

"Shh…shh…it's alright. Don't be afraid we'll make it out of this mess."

I stroked his scar and we kissed in the dark of the garden underneath the bright full moon.

I'm pretty sure Yue won't tell a soul.

*oOo*

I sighed and sat on my doorstep. He said he would pick me up at five. It was six. I began to cry. I had been doing that a lot lately.

*oOo*

I met right outside the city gates.

"Zuko save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come," I looked down as he put his hands on my shoulders.

I continued. "Is this in my head? I don't know what to think…"

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, "Marry me Katara? You'll never have to be alone. I love you, and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, you'll pick out a white dress, it's a love story baby just say—"

"Yes!" We grinned at each other as he slid the ring on my finger, then laughed as he picked me up, spun me around, and kissed me.

Song: Love Story by Taylor Swift

8D I so totally love this one so much—it was sitting in my journal possibly ever since I started this endeavor. This has to be one of my favorite ones I wrote. It's too cute for its own good. Too cute I say! I just have to say this--If you didn't knowwhat song it was when you read the last bit, that is just...wow. Just wow. But I can totally understand if this is one of those songs you just don't listen to. If not, please please please look it up. Please. Please Review!