AN: Hey guys, there was some pretty ugly (oxymoron) stuff in that last chapter. I hoped you guys liked it though, so please review. Here's the next chapter, enjoy.

Chapter 7

Katara's POV

I walked out of that dining hall with all the anger that I had swelled inside of me. The guards outside of the door had heard me shouting at Zuko, and practically shrunk as I walked past them. I walked swiftly away from the men inside of the room, and I could hear Yori, trying her hardest to keep up with me.

"Lady Katara, if could please slow down, I may still be able to catch up with you, but I could faint from exhaustion at any given moment."

Slowing down my pace, I looked over at Yori, whose face was sweating profusely, "Sorry, Yori. I just wanted to get away from that hypocritical, cocky, ill tempered-"

"Whoa, calm down. You might blow up the whole place, if you keep on going like this with that bending of yours."

I smirked at what she was reminding me of the time that I masqueraded as the Painted Lady and blew up the factory. But I had a feeling that she was remembering that other time when I was angry, and the soup and beverages at dinner exploded from the bowls and cups and onto the councilmen.

"Dad, does my mentor have to follow me everywhere I go batting my hand this way and that for every little thing? I am a master waterbender, I do not need to be treated like this."

Dad chuckled at my little rant, and said, "Now Katara, you may be a master waterbender, but you are also the Princess of the Water Tribe. It is part of who you are."

"Why do I have to do this? I didn't ask to be a princess."

"No, but you are my daughter, and like it or not you are a princess."

"Well then why do I have to learn all of these things? I didn't have to before the war."

He looked at me dead in the eye and said, "You didn't have to because our tribe was not even considered of very big importance during the war after it was ambushed. At the time it was not necessary for you to learn about politics, but you had a rather good knack for them anyways. You are the only princess left of the two tribes, so they wished to have you taught in the ways, to give you a good education and a better foothold in politics."

My fists were shaking at my sides, "This is not fair, I don't want to have to learn all of this high society crap. I want to travel to other parts of the world, not be stuck here with some pompous stuck up woman, that keeps hitting me with a stick."

"Katara, you are going to learn on the duties and responsibilities of being a princess, whether you like it or not. I had no control over what you did with your little gang last year, but now that I am back, I expect you to respect my wishes, and right now it is for you to learn how to run this tribe."

"Why should I? You just said that you had no control over what I did whenever you left. You don't have any authority over my actions, Gran Gran does because she raised me whenever you left to go fight. You didn't write to us, and you never visited us."

"Is that what this is about? Leaving you here to be raised by Gran Gran. I left to protect our family; I left to fight for you. You can sit there and yell at me all you want, but I did what I did for you and your brother to be alive."

"I know and I am grateful for that, but-"

"No buts, Katara. You are going to learn and that is fin-"

My grip on my emotions released and all of the available water flew from where they were and into the faces of the councilmen eating dinner. They were too surprised to actually move, so when it happened they were drenched in sea prune stew and from what I could guess was alcohol.

"I guess I should go to my room now, right?"

Dad went ballistic after I walked into the hallway, screaming curses to the wind, making me feel so bad for what I did. We had to replace all of the fur in the room, so that it didn't smell so badly of sea prunes. After that, I began to take all of my lessons seriously, and didn't make another fuss about the evil mentor.

"So that whole "pretending to be mad" plan didn't go so well did it?"

"Yori what should I do when I see him? Should I smile or flirt whenever he talks to me? Or do you think that I should just act all shy?"Yori gave me a look of utter shock and said, "In my day, whenever I was your age, a girl would make the guy work to talk to her.""Well, what should I do?"

Walking to the door, Yori opened it and looked out to see if anyone was near, then she quickly closed it and said, "You are going to do nothing. You don't let him have the satisfaction of talking to you. You hear? He needs to know that you are not like that puppet that he has for a fiancé, and that he settled for what was convenient for him."

"I hope that you are right."

I looked at Yori with the most bewildered expression I could have mustered on my face in that moment.

"Are you kidding me? That's all that you care about right now? Of course it didn't work out to well, the guy is angry at me for doing what I need to do to save my tribe."

Yori looked down at her feet, as if she was ashamed for even asking the stupid question.

"And besides, I shouldn't be focused on this whole thing about Zuko. He has a country to run, and I will be getting married soon."

The discussion was put to rest, and we both waked down the halls to my room. Neither of us saw the lithe figure hiding in the shadows…