Ipomoeas In His Sheath

by WaterLily95

Everyone else figured it out when his boomerang started smelling like moonflowers instead of hoarded seal jerky. AU. Slowburn Sokka/Yue *two-chapter update*

57. To Love a Shadow

Chapter 57: To Love a Shadow

2 months later

"All rise to welcome our Dronningi and Isumataq."

The assembled journalists and pamphlet reporters, all led by Professor Zei, rose to their feet at Zhi's announcement, placing aside their newest parchments, inks, and quills. They all smiled and bowed as the veiled princess made her way into the chamber, closely accompanied by Sokka. Preliminary regards and thank-you's and praises followed, and Zei was especially excited to finally score what he knew would be a highly anticipated interview; although exhaustion had long become a mutual friend of the young leaders given the intensity of their duties, they were nevertheless patient.

"First and foremost, we are dying to know your name."

"My name," Yue mused, "I do have one of those."

"It would be quite an honor to know what it is, Your Highness," Zei pressed. "Your nation has every right to know who its leader is."

"In the long run, names are not crucial. All that matters is that I have one or that I'm identified in some way. You can just call me 'Dronningi'. 'Princess' is fine, too."

"But you must clearly think your name is important to you if you're willing to hide it."

"I hide my entire face as well," Yue pointed out. "For security reasons, these are all very necessary. And of course, my name would be important to me, but it is not really that important to other people."

"Of course it is! We need a name and a face to identify our most accomplished leader yet!"

"Besides, we have another dronningi here. Dronningi Katara. We need to be able to distinguish the two of you."

"If it helps, you can call me Dronningi Dronningi, and you can call her Dronningi Katara."

"You might as well drop the conversation, Zei. You won't get very far in an argument with her," Sokka cautioned, issuing a smile at the princess, "But I enjoy that about Her Highness. She's so radiant, and she finds fun in everything. Like a laughing moon. I'd just call her Princess Laughing Moon."

And in the midst of their resulting coos of interest, the princess raised her eyebrows in amusement, earning a smug grin from the prince in return.

"Well, Princess Laughing Moon," Zei chuckled, "I think it's fair to say that the face of the North has changed completely in just three months under your regency. And for the better, that is. As Prince Sokka famously stated in his speech at the Global Conference, you have certainly 'sculpted the tribe in your image', that is, 'beautiful, bold, generous, and just.'"

"Prince Sokka has a tendency to exaggerate," Yue turned to her ikkingut.

"I most certainly was not exaggerating at that moment," Sokka countered.

"Or so he says," Yue smirked at his offended look, "But in all seriousness, I'm happy that we are starting to see some small changes. There's still a very long way to go, but taking baby steps is better than standing still."

"I would say you're both doing much more than taking baby steps," another journalist followed as the others vigorously wrote down their notes, "In these three months alone, you've both done extensive work. For starters, you finally had ex-advisor Khasiq imprisoned for his crimes a couple of weeks ago."

"Actually that wasn't me, that was the effort of the White Lotus. The senior sentries have been especially supportive and helpful with regard to this matter."

"It is also impressive how you have tackled human trafficking issues and saved the lives of hundreds of women who have been forced into sex work. So far, you have tracked down at least six major brothels in Agna Qel'a and surrounding districts combined, and that, too, during your travels as a part of the Northern Trail Project."

"Our travels and research are not confined to the actual days of our visit. Our team conducts extensive research about the present circumstances and pressing concerns in these villages, and we visit their local leaders and representatives with the aim of resolving these concerns; of course, part of this includes tracking down notorious perpetrators and criminal activities that are beyond the local authorities' reach. In this way, we were able to incarcerate many criminals."

"We spend more time if justice requires in a particular place," Sokka added. "In some villages, we spend more than the allotted two or three days, and in other villages we only spend one day. The scheduling depends on the situation and the number of issues that need to be addressed."

"Several extremists have been imprisoned locally as well," Zei noted. "A vast majority of these criminals have held high positions for several decades."

"You can say it was definitely a much-needed cleansing process of sorts," the princess said. "A few members of the palace staff, ministerial bench, and the advisory board have been terminated from their positions due to human rights violations, fraud, illicit underground activities, and/or contributions and solicitations to criminal activities. This process was very intense, and it was only possible thanks to the support of the Order of the White Lotus, support from our active members of the Order of the Black Lotus, as well as the diligence of our security personnel. Their teamwork is truly amazing, and our informants, especially, have proven themselves to be dedicated contributors to the tribe's justice system. Slowly but surely, we are starting to see a decline in our crime rates."

"It is amazing how you are both managing all of this in Agna Qel'a while traveling. And the fact that your personal visitation to these districts is indicative of your great respect for them. And Honorable dronningi, your diplomatic nature has strengthened relationships among Northern subtribes, clans, communities as well as our relationships with them."

"I would move away from notions of 'us' and 'them,'" Yue said. "We are all one people irrespective of which tribe or subtribe we come from. No single city or tribe is more entitled than another. If we all cultivate this egalitarian view, we will easily respect, recognize, and appreciate the people around us."

"We see this theme in several of your executive orders as well, Your Highness, the most popular of which is the official codification of your successful Break the Walls campaign. We did not think we would ever see a sectorless Agna Qel'a, and it's quite a sight to see people belonging to different social strata starting to mingle and interact. The support you have received from the public is vast."

"There have been one or two skirmishes that came about between highly discriminatory parties, but for the most part, I'm still hoping our transition will be as smooth as Ba Sing Se's."

"We also appreciate the North's bloom of culture under your leadership, Your Highness," spoke another journalist. "You have sponsored numerous theater productions and new artists that draw attention to ethical concerns. Your efforts have resulted in numerous stories and plays being reintroduced following the extensive censorship they faced from ex-advisor Khasiq and far-right Nationalists. The same goes for banned novels as they're being re-released into the market. Temple activities have increased as well. We've been hearing about the recent Coalition of Religious Authorities and all the pagodas and temples that have been working with each other to provide for resources and pitch in with reform measures. Do tell us the secret behind your motivation for doing all of these things at once, Your Highness. What inspires you to keep going?"

"Seeing the corruption and injustice around us on a consistent basis," Yue answered. "Innocent lives being wrecked because of the actions of the privileged."

"Well you have certainly tackled all the stars in Tui's sky, Princess. Combined with your charitable activities and advocacy for animal rights, there isn't a single field that you haven't sought to change. And yet, you insist on doing more. What is a personal goal of yours that you would feel most proud for reaching?"

"I don't think it's possible to separate my goals from most to least important, and I do think they are interrelated to the point where changing one would call for changes of others. But on a most basic level, I will be fully satisfied with my efforts when tribeswomen can finally live without fear."

"And when will you be able to tell when that happens?"

"When a woman can walk across the sidewalk by herself at night with no fear of being groped, ogled, disowned, violated, or branded a prostitute."

"I'm sure such a day won't be too far ahead with our women finally having access to waterbending and warrior training for self-defense and combat. With changes in our education system, too, of course."

"The tribe is receiving help from certain others as well," Zei interjected. "Do you still have absolutely no information about the Gentleman, Your Highness? We have seen his activities increase. From the besting of Kinji to the mass capture of violent choker snatchers, he has been heavily involved with issues in the tribe. Would you say he is an informant?"

"I have no idea who he is, but I will say that he's not a threat to the public," Yue said. "He is only targetting dangerous criminals. To give an example, these choker snatchers were notorious for stealing betrothal necklaces for their expensive centerpieces. Several women have been brutally assaulted because these criminals were literally ripping the necklaces off and clawing at women's necks in the process. Neck injuries and abrasions were common, but there were also numerous cases of damage to the jugular vein which, if those victims had gone untreated, would have resulted in severe blood loss, brain damage, and death. It was imperative that action needed to be taken as quickly as possible, and the Gentleman's disabling of the threat was very timely."

"His methods seem to be more on the violent side depending on the degree of the crime committed, but it seems his counterpart— or co-vigilante, I suppose— is more on the pacifist end of the spectrum. Lady has never bested anyone according to common knowledge. I'm sure you would know more, Princess, as you've been her student."

"Different people have different methods of bringing justice," Sokka said.

"And yet, it is fascinating to see. They seem to complement each other in certain ways. Fighting for the same thing yet in different ways. Do you think there's a chance they may know each other?"

"Do you think there's a chance they may have coordinated this together?" piped up another journalist.

"Do you think they're romantically involved?" followed another.

"Don't bring romance into everything," Sokka said. "This is a serious issue. Serious as in justice needing to be served."

"It's well known that the Revivalist group had publicly announced last month that their activities and the activities of their leader have nothing to do with the Gentleman, and further White Lotus investigations support their statement," Yue elaborated. "It may be that both Lady and the Gentleman have some kind of motive. Obviously the Gentleman came several years after Lady, so they couldn't have been in privity all throughout their lives or even for a significant amount of their lives."

"Do you think Lady and the Gentleman are taking the law into their hands, Your Highnesses?"

"I will say they are filling in the gaps in the law. Such a thing is necessary if the law is incompetent and filled with biases."

"The laws have undergone significant changes under your leadership, though, Your Highness."

"Then the present purpose of these vigilantes will not be to push for changes in the law but likely to make sure they are implemented."

"Are you saying you are choosing to do nothing about these vigilantes?"

"The trust I have in them is akin to the trust I have in informants or guards. So long as the public is not threatened, and so long as the public is benefitted, I don't see a pressing need to hunt them down and throw them in prison for the rest of their lives. We'll see what happens, wait a little longer. If they become inconveniences, we will do more to track them."

"So would you say they're necessary evils? Well, they're not evil, per se, but…"

"Necessary ambiguities," Yue smiled, "Since we don't know."

"You seem to be heavily inspired by Lady's rather pacifist philosophy," a fourth journalist said to the princess. "In terms of sentencing, you have always sought alternatives to violence and publicly condemned certain antiquated sections of the Code of Ethics."

"Because this is a chiefdom, and because of my personal capabilities, I'm standing in the shoes of both a healer and a judge. I try to balance my sacred oaths to both professions. While I crave justice, I do so in a way that respects life. Therefore, you are not going to see me issue punishments of certain types or degrees. Besides, the fact that I've created a position for a Minister of Ethics instead of appointing a war minister should summarize it for you. Thankfully, Isumataq Sokka understands me and gives me advice for alternatives to capital punishment in that regard."

"Are you saying killing is incompatible with healing?"

"I wouldn't say that. I'm just saying it's not my preferred way of harmonizing both of my professions. And at any rate, I wouldn't encourage killing as a means of healing."

"What would you say about the Gentleman—?"

"The Gentleman gets the title of being Kinji's slayer, but really Kinji met in the stampede of the enraged public, but even if he did best him, we have subsequently seen in the Gentleman's activities that his go-to is not punishment by death."

"It must truly be an act of self-restraint to provide justice in other ways considering the extent of your true abilities. The tribe is never going to forget how you prevented Princess Azula from terrorizing the public. You have the means and capability; capital punishment of dangerous criminals shouldn't be that much of a burden for you. And yet, you have shown considerable hesitation even in the case of people who committed horrible murders."

Sokka issued a glare at the ambitious journalist, who widened his eyes and said quickly, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean any offense, I'm only curious."

"Just because one has certain abilities doesn't mean they should use them," Yue said. "You know how the saying goes; with great power comes great responsibility. Similarly, with great ability comes great restraint."

"But criminals, especially those who have deprived others of the right to life, have waived their own with their horrible actions, don't you think?"

The princess sighed, "On one hand, I favor human life over vengeance. On the other hand, mercy and free rides are not options for people who committed heinous crimes and caused much suffering or even the death of another." Shaking her head, "If you ask me to draw a bright line, I can't, but my view is that it's better to err on the side of not killing and to focus instead on protecting the victim and/or the public through other means. As someone who has a duty to uphold life whenever I can…I personally don't have what it takes to deprive someone of their life-breath. There will be people who don't appreciate my line of thinking, and there will be people who claim I'm cowardly or naive, but out of everything I've seen thus far, I've extracted the truth that it's easy to take life away than it is to give it. And I value the effort the universe puts in to provide life. Public condemnation of the crime followed by a lifelong deprivation of freedom seems good enough." She shrugged, "Does that make me an incompetent ruler? I don't know. But it'd rather be incompetent than completely lose it and turn into a terrorist like Hama, whose belief in vengeance and deterrence morphed into pure terror to the point that her raw pain and hate took the lives of innocent victims. Simply because they were men. That's not at all to say that all people who can justify death as a punishment will become deranged serial killers, but I have my own fears."

Sokka felt a tug in his heart, taking note of how this was her awareness of her bloodbending— bloodhealing, rather. "Well you're no Hama, dronningi, and you could never be. You're compassionate."

Zei cleared his throat, gesturing for the serious journalist to take a step back, "Alright, onto lighter matters, please. Who would like to go next?"

Another reporter bowed in greeting before asking enthusiastically, "We are eagerly looking forward to your coronation, Your Highness, but we are also excited to see who will have your hand in marriage. A person of your noble ethical compass is deserving of someone who is just as compassionate and considerate, and companionship is an upcoming priority for leaders, after all."

"It's an upcoming priority? Really? I honestly don't see it as one."

"You have no interest in marriage?"

"Say what it is you want to say, my friend. I know what you really want to ask."

"Alright then," the journalist relaxed, "Your Highness, the questions the entire tribe is dying to know the answers to: What are your thoughts about Prince Sokka, and what is your relationship with him?"

"Ah, the isumataq," her grin was obvious in spite of her face being mostly covered, "What an absolute pain to work with. Always doting on me and being respectful to the point of neglecting his own needs. Making me laugh and eat on time and such things. And boy, do I dread seeing him every day."

"Took the words right out of my mouth, Princess," Sokka grinned back, joined by the reporters' chuckles.

"Seriously, Your Highness, what is your relationship with our isumataq? Do you plan on having him as a lifelong companion?"

"Well, he's a good mentor, great inspiration, best friend, esteemed sifu."

"Sifu?"

"Fun fact, he's teaching me how to play the flute," she smiled, "And he's also very knowledgeable about combat styles from the other nations. He's learned in the field of ethics and is perfect as the Minister of Ethics. I couldn't have asked for a better person for the job. The South is very lucky."

Sokka beamed, floating on an appreciative high.

"Certainly it wouldn't hurt to be in a relationship with someone who's such a positive influence on your life, shares your values, and is your peer." The matchmaking journalist turned to Sokka, "What are your thoughts, isumataq? Would you want a wife like her?"

"Hey, I thought I was the focus of the interview," Yue feigned a pout, earning laughs, "Prince Sokka can have his own press conference later."

"They're here for the truth, Princess," Sokka said, turning to the journalist, "What can I say, man? I asked her several times to consider me. I told her I'll be an excellent husband. But I've had my heart broken."

"Don't joke around too much, Prince Sokka, or they'll believe your lies."

"The truth is that you broke my heart," Sokka crossed his arms, smirking, clearly sharing the princess's enjoyment in agitating the reporters, "But hey, if that's what you want, I respect your decision."

"No need to feel too bad. Since we have to give the public what they want," she addressed the reporters next, "Would it make you all and your prince over there feel better if I said he was my work husband?"

"Work husband? But you obviously have more chemistry than that!" the journalist nearly exclaimed.

"What do you think, Sokka," smirking at the prince, "Do we have chemistry?"

He flushed despite trying to maintain a jovial smile. "I mean…"

"You two are messing with us, Your Highnesses."

"Why on earth would we do that?" Yue blinked.

"Then do give us your honest opinion about our isumataq."

"If my shadow was literally a person, it would be Sokka. I can't think of anyone else I trust more, and I greatly appreciate and value him and his support."

"Then would you consider marrying him? If he's serious about committing?"

"Are you married to your shadow, good sir?"

"You're being too clever, Princess."

And although the audience couldn't see it, Sokka could trace the deviousness in her hidden smile. As the reporters continued to bombard them with questions, he thumbed over the wrap at his wrist, tracing the concealed mark of his loyalty that he had long memorized.

---

After spending considerable time at Whaletail Island— an entire month more than originally planned— the Southern chief and chieftess, who had touched base with Pakku and Kanna through correspondence alone, explaining their absence with merely a 'need for a break,' eventually headed for home and parted with Amaruq and his family. Hakoda had promised that he would take efforts to make sure Kya saw her brother on a regular basis without Pakku's knowledge now that the economic situation of the South had greatly improved, and as part of this resolve, he and his brother-in-law planned a second secret reunion set to take place after the baby was born, coinciding with the week of Kiguk and Chen's Water Tribe and Earth Kingdom marriage ceremonies.

The unsuspecting Kanna and Pakku welcomed the chief and chieftess with an understanding nod to the couple's need for a vacation. Sokka's and Katara's absence and situation, however, obviously weighed them down. Kya and Hakoda wanted to leave out the complications, having originally written to Kanna and Pakku about positively eventful happenings. The elderly couple was thrilled upon learning that they were becoming grandparents yet again and that Kohana presented himself as a bender, and they couldn't be more thankful to Tui and La for Hakoda's healed leg. They were also pleased to know that a new wave of aid and partnerships will be headed their way following the Global Conferences and the networking opportunities the conferences provided. But they wrote back, demanding an update regarding their grandson. They had been expecting news about Sokka's marriage with the princess based on Chunta's letter of suggestion, but they were utterly dismayed when their question regarding their grandson's marriage, after much delay in response, was eventually answered in the negative.

Kya and Hakoda initially cited minor reasons for explaining away why someone as generous as the princess of the North would not be a good match for Sokka. They wanted to leave out all discussion of her status as the Akna and the fact that Sokka was helplessly in love with her. But their explanations of why they blatantly ignored Chunta's letter recommending a rushed marriage, they received much rage and frustration.

Your son will forever be alone! Pakku had written in an angry letter. Chunta specifically told you to marry him off before the full moon!

Which broke the last of the Southern angayok and ataniq's reservations. Now, upon their arrival home, they explained everything in person, leaving out certain details for the sake of protecting their son from scrutiny and disapproval. They also left out details regarding the princess's Tui-esque appearance to not complicate things further, knowing Pakku would go off on a never-ending tangent on spiritual matters and the princess's so-called "impersonation."

"So you're saying your children are only there with that sinful heretic who calls herself a princess for the gratitude alone?" Pakku spat, obviously displeased. "And I should believe that? I'd rather believe they're starting a congregation of heretics instead of presenting gratitude. It's certainly tempting for them, isn't it?"

"That's not the case, Dad, trust me—"

"Oh shut up, Hakoda," Pakku huffed. "Your son treats the Spirits worse than sewage, and your daughter is seeking to blatantly destroy the laws of purity. Of course they would be attracted to that sinner's filthy ideologies! And what did you do? Nothing! Had I been there, I would have whooped them all the way here!"

"Sokka doesn't care for the ideologies," Hakoda tried to lie, "He's only insisting that it's his duty to repay the debt. We can't deny that we're in a better position because of her. She's even the reason why I'm able to stand in front of you right now—"

"The Goddess has blessed us with these gifts, not the Akna! She was only a medium at the most," Pakku nearly bellowed, "If your son really cared about gratitude and the repayment of debts, he would sit his ass in the prayer room and give thanks to Tui for listening to our cries!"

"The boy is only confused," Kanna frowned at her husband, "Don't be so harsh with him. Or Katara, for that matter. We've always known what our grandchildren are like. This isn't new for us anyway—"

"I have been lenient on them enough, and I had been waiting for some kind of miracle to set them on the right paths, but this is insane! And even worse! Sokka may be a shameful disbeliever, but he never hung around women like this! If the tribe finds out, what will people say? And she was…oh dear La, she defiled a temple, for La's sake!"

"They will be back, Father," Kya said. "Please, just give them a chance."

Pakku frowned at Kya, "You know how much your family suffered when they cut off your brother, Kya. He was a disgrace to the South, but I still allowed him to visit you. And what did he do other than spit in my face after the Khunsha incident? That's right, he infected my grandchildren with his ideologies even before they could learn to walk!"

Kya held back a glare, merely staring at the ground.

"Why bring that up now? We are not in contact with them anymore," Hakoda covered.

"You stay out of this, Hakoda, I am highly disappointed in you. Both of you. I kept telling you to be strict with Katara and Sokka, but you never were. Look at them now!" Dropping down on a fancy pelted seat, "If I'd known you'd both be so incompetent, I would've raised him and Katara by myself. Spirits, Kanna and I may have to take custody of Kohana and the new one before they go running around impure women in the future and tainting our bloodline—"

"Sokka and Katara are my children, Father," Kya said, one arm cradling around Kohana's sleeping form, the other palm protectively clutching her stomach, "All of my children are noble. They would never cross any lines. Sokka, especially, always had good intentions. He's only there to return a favor."

Chunta, who had been listening and had remained lost in a world of confusion over the predictions he had been so sure about, nodded in defense, "And it's not fair for you to attack our isumataq that way, sir. He's the incarnate La himself. Nevermind his disbelief."

"You should be utterly ashamed of saying this," Pakku shot back. "Being a shaman, of all people."

"Alright, that's enough," Kanna frowned, "Leave Kya out of this, she's with child." Stepping up to Kya, taking Kohana from her and wrapping her other arm around her daughter-in-law, "Come with me, dear. Don't listen to his nonsense."

Pakku suppressed a glare as the women walked out of the room, instead casting his highly disappointed look at Hakoda, "It's still beyond me how even at forty-seven years of age, you're showing more interest in depositing your seed in your wife instead of teaching your grown son about tradition and decency."

Hakoda held in his scowl, continuing to look down, "I raised him well. He would never bring dishonor to the family."

"You better hope he doesn't. Otherwise, Kohana will be your first son."

Hakoda gave his father a horrified look, his expression mirrored by an equally petrified Chunta.

"An infected appendage must be cut off if it has a chance of infecting the rest of your body," Pakku said. "If your son becomes such an infectant, he will be cut off from the family and the bloodline. Our ancestors have demonstrated this principle as such."

"It was my son who looked after the family all these years, Father," Hakoda clenched his fists at his sides, "Please remember that before suggesting such extreme measures. And I'll have you know that I'd been very hard on him ever since I learned of his interest—"

"Well you weren't being hard enough! And yet, you're raising your voice at me for your failure!" Pakku barked. "Supporting the family, hm? How is that a grand achievement? He only did what he must to protect his family. It's only natural. Likewise, it is just as natural for us to separate from him if he becomes a threat to our prestige and our bloodline."

"So you're saying he didn't work hard to provide for us? He looked after this tribe like a father, and you're saying he's—?"

"Whether he did is not the question here. He may have given his all, but his actions don't make him immune to keeping the reputation of the family intact. Think about this, Hakoda. How will we show our face in society? How will we live a peaceful life if contact with the Akna renders a pure family sickly and barren? The Book of Purity lists so many horrors, so many ill-effects of associating with those who tarnish the purity laws, and even someone with a basic understanding of the scriptures will see that!"

Hakoda's glower became more apparent now. Chunta chewed on his bottom lip, unable to voice his utter dismay thanks to Pakku's command.

The former Southern chief softened for a moment, his hand resting on Hakoda's shoulder, "For Spirits' sake, we all love him. So much. He's the firstborn in the family. The child we've prayed to the Spirits day and night for. We would hate to come to the conclusion that he's a detriment."

"And he can't be because he's the incarnate La!" Chunta couldn't resist saying.

"Yes," Pakku groaned, "I'm only saying that he's misguided. But it's not too late. We can make sure it doesn't get to that point. We need to be stern. Show him that we are being serious about this. And it's not just him, either; we need to make sure Katara gets on track, too."

"But there's a limit to how we can do that," Chunta insisted. "You can't be so harsh as to drive them away! Children need to be won over with love, not—"

"It's because of your love nonsense that we're in this mess! And no one is driving anyone away at this point!" Pakku bellowed, making Chunta gulp and step back. The former chieftain turned to his son again, "Hakoda, we all need to avoid writing to Sokka and Katara. We will not reply to their letters, either."

"What are you talking about?" Hakoda's dismay was no less intense, "How will we know of their whereabouts? What they're doing? We can't just ignore them! And you know how Kya can't go a day without hearing from them—!"

"If she wants to keep her children with her forever, this is the way it needs to be done, and you need to let her know that," Pakku said. "As I've said, the goal is not to really disown them. We need to show them that we mean business, and they will realize that we are worth more than strangers. You said Avatar Aang is there and keeping watch. If you can't help yourselves, you can write to him and ask him about the situation. But under no circumstances are you to interact with Katara or Sokka. It's about time they learned."

"This doesn't feel right," Chunta argued. "This is only going to increase the distance between us—"

"I know it's difficult, but it must be done," Pakku ignored Chunta's words. "Sokka and Katara won't be able to resist not speaking with us. They will come running back home to patch things up. And no matter what anyone says," casting a glare at Chunta, "This is how it's going to be done."

Hakoda was torn by the idea, but his discomfort was not enough to drive him over the edge. He gave a meek nod.

"Another thing. Make sure Kohana is ready by this evening," Pakku ordered. "We begin his training at moonrise."

"He said he wanted to go see his friends later," Hakoda said. "He's been inconsolable at times. Since Sokka and Katara aren't here—"

"It's auspicious to commence a boy's first day of waterbending training beneath the full moon," the former chieftain said. "Any time is acceptable to act like a hooligan, but learning waterbending is a sacred activity. We must respect Tui and Her gifts."

As Pakku left without another word, Hakoda dropped down on a pelt-cushioned chair, distraught by the events. A distressed Chunta joined him, shaking his head, "I didn't think he would go in this direction."

"Well it's not a surprise," Hakoda sighed.

"And I'm so confused," Chunta added. "My prediction says Prince Sokka and the princess should be married by now—"

"Okay, not another word," Hakoda raised his voice, his defensiveness flaring back up, "And besides, you've been wrong several times before."

"But Chief, I—"

"This is all your fault, you know that? If only you'd kept your mouth shut!"

"You don't understand, this is highly important for your son's future! I even had a dream—!"

"Enough! Kya and I may have remained miserable for the rest of our lives over the fact that he'll be a loner forever, but at least we would've had him here with us!" Standing up from his seat, a glower on his face, "You better pray to the Spirits that my son doesn't do anything stupid. Otherwise, I'm coming for you first."

Chunta did not concern himself with empty threats, having known Hakoda for a long time. He was only caught up in the discrepancies between his predictions and how reality played out. He looked at the statues of the Moon and Ocean Spirits, their smiles that only appeared to widen beneath the trick of sunlight.

"La and Tui must always meet," he whispered. "Something's not adding up."

---

The inky night loomed over the abandoned south wing of the Northern palace, the waning moon providing very little light. Nevertheless, Yue sought comfort in the darkness, her tired form sprawled out on a swing as she basked in the solitude. She wasn't completely alone, though; settled beside her was a pack of wolves— the pack she and Sokka had previously helped escape. The pup they had freed, now having grown a little, was nestled against the princess's lap, peering curiously at the scroll in her arms.

The sound of approaching footsteps alerted the wolves. The wolf in Yue's lap jumped down the swing, following the rest of its pack members as they trotted up to the welcome visitor.

"Don't worry, I got it," the Southern prince smiled at them, untying and spreading out the cloth sack he'd been carrying, and the wolves honed in on the resulting sight of abundant fish.

"The gang's all here," the Southern prince took a seat next to the princess as she made room for him. "So, did you hear from your folks again?"

"Yeah, just a few minutes ago. They're doing fine." Grinning, "Anaana found out it's twins."

"Oh! You'll be a big sister two times over, then!" he cheered. "Wait, how did they know so early? She made the annoucement just last week…"

"A skilled healer apparently sensed two heartbeats apart from my mother's."

"Oh wow," he chuckled, "Well I'm sure your parents are excited. They probably didn't expect this at all."

"It sounded like they were still reeling back from the shock, but yes, they're super excited," she said. "I remember how discouraged Anaana was even when I first told her about the treatment. I know they had difficulties in the past, but they had me at one point, right?"

"Well yeah…" and although the prince felt a twinge of guilt for entertaining a lie, he would rather wrestle such a guilt than have her face heartbreak over what the corrupt system would truly perceive of her Akna status. Shrugging the discomfort away, "But hey, why think about the past? There's a lot of positivity coming our way."

"Yes," Yue nodded. "The twins are on the way. Significant improvements in the tribe are also under way…" She sighed and tucked the letter in the pocket of her robes, watching as the wolf pack relished in the feast provided by the isumataq. Her gaze softened as the father and mother nudged a fish to a small pup whose fish was snatched away by another pup. "...and ataata has really improved his routine, too. He finds a lot of comfort in his new job, and he's regularly working out. He says it's really peaceful there."

"And that's all that matters," Sokka said, noting her relief. She might not have expressed it openly, but one considerable stress factor that had previously weighed her down was her father's condition. The man's efforts at bettering himself and taking care of his now-expecting wife in a peaceful setting had truly lifted a great burden. However, there was longing, too; she truly missed her parents. Even if she never expressed or admitted it. She would only shrug away the discomfort by changing the topic or resort to a playful comment to diffuse the potential of drawing attention.

"It's okay to miss them, you know," he told her softly. "You don't have to keep it private or make it seem like it doesn't bother you at all."

She nodded, not saying anything for a moment but definitely lost in thought. Another minute later, she followed with, "I don't know why, to be honest. I never really knew them. But…at least with ataata…even though he drove me crazy some days, he was still there, you know? Even if not next to me, I knew he was in Agna Qel'a doing something… and when I started to give him medicine, I was able to see him more often. Now it just feels weird…knowing he's not here…"

He gently squeezed her hand, "Everything's gonna be just fine. We came a long way in just two months. By the time your coronation gets here, the situation will be more controlled than it was before. We'll invite them back."

Sighing, "Yeah…I do hope so…"

He held his arms out, looking at her expectantly.

"You're not my therapist, Sokka, and I don't expect you to be," she said simply.

"I'm just asking for a hug! What's wrong with hugs?"

And upon observing his offended look, she ended up accepting his offer with a laugh, succumbing to the warmth that followed.

---

3 months later

"...And she's the third student who postponed because she found out she's pregnant," an exhausted Katara said, gratefully taking the mango-plum drink that Aang handed her.

"What a pity," Aang shook his head in spite of his amused smile, his thumb tracing over hers as their hands folded against each other's. He led her to a pelt-covered ice bench nearby and helped her sit as she sipped her drink.

"Not that it's bad since they can always jump in next time, but it's kind of interesting to think about sometimes," the master waterbender couldn't help a laugh, "Seeing how more and more warriors are now finding it sexy that their wives are learning to fight. All that sparring and chemistry is actually spicing up the bedroom and causing a baby boom."

"I know even the princess wouldn't have imagined things would take a turn like this."

"I don't think anyone would." Shrugging and placing the emptied juice container aside, "I'm just glad this is transitioning in a smoother way that I thought it would."

"Who knew sparring could be that intense? I mean, we spar and practice waterbending all the time."

"Well yes… I mean we've only made out like fifty times while we did…but you wouldn't know, would you, Sweetie? Since you're so innocent."

"Well I am a monk."

"A monk, huh?" she leaned over his chest, pressing him against the bench, "Well you didn't have your monk status in mind when you first kissed me."

"You kissed this monk back, Sweetie," he grinned.

"And then you proceeded to dip me and call me your Forever Girl," she cocked her head, "I figured a monk in love would be a little less… forward… when he's confessing his feelings."

"What do I know?" he said, shifting them to where she was against the bench and he was leaning over her, his hands planted around her waist, "I've never confessed to anyone else before."

"Well I've never been flabbergasted by a kiss," her hands slid up his arms and wrapped themselves around his neck.

"I recall you still puckering your lips for more," his breath lingered above her lips, teasing her with the minute distance.

"Your memory must be wrong, Sweetie."

"Well then. If you don't like my kisses, I'll see myself out—"

"Get back here," she pulled him back towards her, feeling him chuckle against her mouth as their lips embraced, sharing the taste of sweet mango-plums. Her thumb traced over his tattoo on the back of his neck, her other hand clutching his orange overrobe and bringing him closer.

"Mm…keep doing that, Forever Boy," she whispered between kisses.

"Maybe we should…find another—"

"There's no one here—"

"Airboy, get off my sister now!"

Aang yelped and propelled himself away from Katara, falling off of the bench in his efforts and earning a concerned gasp from Katara. The monk gawked at the Southern prince, who was accompanied by a highly amused Ping. Katara glared at her brother, reaching for Aang and helping him up, "Sokka! We were having a moment here!"

"Are you serious? This is a public corridor, not a park bench built for your oogies!" He then shot his annoyance at Aang, "Don't forget you're a monk, Airhead. Avatar or not, you better save everything you've got until you two are married or something. That means no smooching in the hallways, no swapping spit in between important meetings—"

"Why would we do that?!" Aang blurbed.

"I had the displeasure of running into you two several times," the prince said with a gagging face.

"Sokka, I'm making you an Avatar promise that I—"

"Oh yeah, the famous Avatar promise. Boy do I feel reassured already."

"Oh grow up, Dad," Katara snapped in annoyance, "We're all adults here."

"That doesn't give you the license to do whatever you want!"

"Don't you worry, isumataq," Ping said, "I'll have Sister Sanka keep an eye on them."

With an additional look of suspicion, Sokka eventually relented and stepped out of the hallway, leaving Katara to grab Aang's hand and lead him away. The master waterbender fussed over the airbender regarding the simple fall, and the monk seemed to have said something about being startled at Sokka's voice. She whispered something along the lines of "He's just jealous" before the two of them smiled and left giddily, holding hands. Sokka shook his head, unable to suppress a very faint smile.

"Avatar Aang is a good man, isumataq," Ping smiled. "I don't think you need to be worried. I don't think you are worried, frankly."

"I know Aang's a decent guy, and I know Katara's not the one to fuss over any guy like that," Sokka said, "But even then, who'd wanna see their baby siblings making out in front of them?"

"She's no child, isumataq."

"Not literally, and she's got the ability to send any idiot blasting toward oblivion with her water whip, but she's still my baby sister."

"What if he proposes one day? What will you do then?"

"I dunno if it'll go that far." Then again, they were kind of all over each other since the beginning, and Aang was just a hopelessly sweet guy and Katara's attachment to him was fierce and instant. "What the heck, if they really love each other, and if they don't break each other's sensitive little hearts, they got my blessing."

"Well get ready to give them your blessing. Neither is the type to break hearts."

---

The guards were greeted by the familiar sight of the unamused dronningi tapping her foot by the door of the leisure chamber, a hand on her hip as she looked at the isumataq. Furrowed eyebrows juxtaposed by his sheepish grin. It was the typical scenario following a random fool's disrespect against the princess, which would trigger the prince's retaliation. What was most obvious was the fact that the princess could never be angry. Not after the prince's continued companionship, which only increased after Imona and Junguk left for their home in the Earth Kingdom and Sayen began staying at home with the progression of her pregnancy and the responsibility of their adopted son. The way the prince constantly carried himself beside the dronningi and the activities he engaged in with her was known to several, in particular the Revivalists. Whether it was helping her out with chores while she was posing as a servant, having won the friendships of the gossiping maids, whether it was helping to decrease her stress by taking charge of Entertainment Nights every week, or whether it was assisting her with cleaning the Moon Temple before sunrise in spite of his distaste for organized religion. With his charm, he had even won the support of the formerly suspecting angakkuit, his efforts in detaining Zhao in the landmark discriminatory assault case having first roused their leniency and curiosity.

And him being on top of the game doesn't help her case, either. This she realized as Sokka's smile widened, "The cruiser will be ready in two hours, Your Highness. We have all the documents ready for Kuamakhi."

Helpless, that's what she was. "Isumataq," came the faux sternness, "Meet me in my study, won't you?"

And an enthusiastic, "Yes ma'am!" followed by a skip in his step.

One of the guards sighed, releasing his breath that he'd been holding for a while, "Can't they just admit it already? All this sexual tension's gonna send the palace collapsing in on us one day."

"If it doesn't melt the entire North into an ocean first," said the second guard. "You can see it in her eyes and you can see it in his. Even they can tell they have moments."

"But the princess is very adamant. It's likely not without reason."

"Of course there's a reason. Have you forgotten the isumataq's family and their utter disapproval?"

"What's not to love about our dronningi?"

"Maybe it's all a ruse. Maybe those two are purposely holding out, and maybe everything was a setup so we won't be suspicious."

"Or maybe it's true but they're getting around it by dating in secret. So the public won't find out and scream it to the world."

"Well they're not being very discreet about it if that's the case. They literally act like a married couple sometimes. All that's missing is the sex."

"I don't know," chimed in a third guard, "Have you noticed the princess has been calling him into her study more often lately? Maybe they hash things out in another way, if you know what I mean."

And as the guards went about their theories, the princess pulled the warrior into her study, closing the door behind him, her hand casting her mask and veil aside as he leaned against the door with a knowing look. "Isi immatiri, u'inaari?"

Yue gave him a blank look for a moment as if trying to decipher what he said.

"Did you want to speak with me, dronningi?" he clarified.

Her lips didn't smile, but she held a bit of mirth in her gaze. "It's insi. 'To speak.' Isi means 'pineapple.' And immatiri means 'lion-bat.' Innativi means, 'Did you want.' You said, 'You lion-bat pineapple with me, princess?'"

"Ohhhhhh," he sang, spurting out an embarrassed laugh, "Umaana." Sorry. "Insi innativi, u'inaari?"

"Haa." Yes. Crossing her arms, "You know, I didn't think it was necessary to tell the man to, quote, 'Suck his own whaleblubber and stick his ego up his ass.'"

"You were laughing!" he chuckled as he made his defense, "In secret of course. 'Cause everything's secretive and mysterious about our lovely inaari, isn't it?"

"That's not the point. Five months into our friendship, and I still can't get you to stay calm."

"What message are we giving to the public if we keep quiet every single time, Baby Blue? That you should just put up with whatever they say? It's not like he was giving constructive criticism or anything. Inkkikk u'ujami!" He was being a dick!

"Some battles, we don't have to fight. He was clearly looking for a response, and he got one."

"Yeah, a response that humbled him."

She found that further arguments would not help, knowing they'd traveled up this snowdrift several times before. "I'm not surprised if it did," came the sigh.

He reached into his sheath and pulled out the day's quota of fresh ipomoeas, adding with a smile, "I promise I picked out the ones that fell on the ground. I didn't pluck anything."

Yue continued giving him an unamused look before acquiescing and taking the flowers from him. The fragrance brought out a tiny hint of a smile, "You're driving me crazy, you know."

---

1 month later

The leisure chamber rattled from the laughs and claps of yet another successful Entertainment Night. This particular interlude was quite special, for Aang and Sokka had made a dance floor out of the raised ice platform; the two friends had supposedly collaborated to choreograph a comical dance sequence, and they had invited several other men—guards, a couple of servants, even a few ministers and cabinet members— to join them for a taste of the fun. Even Ivaneq, the busiest of the bunch, brought his wife along and joined in. Aang, being the more experienced dancer out of nearly everyone in the room, had put on quite a show, his biggest fan obviously being a smitten Katara. She squealed like she was a teenager again, clapping along to the live music, and she was accompanied by an equally laughed-out Yue, both women joined by an audience consisting of the other performers' girlfriends, fiancées, or wives. The cheers grew louder by the minute, transitioning into excited squeals as the men twirled their ladies over the dance floor. Katara and Yue remained as spectators, captivated by the performances, cheering and hollering.

The world seemed to still for Katara as Aang eventually flashed her a beam and extended his hand to her, and with everyone's chants of encouragement and a clearing of the stage, she took up the offer, and the entire room focused entirely on the two of them. Sokka jumped down from the platform and joined the princess, sharing looks of great anticipation; it was not without reason that this night was eventful.

Following a few moments of gliding across the platform, Aang swiftly moved behind his girlfriend, slipping a ribbon out of his pocket and holding it up to her neck, eliciting a gasp of surprise from the Southern dronningi followed by a sheer uproar of excitement from the audience. Katara gawked at the airbender with wide eyes, tearing up as the airbender got down on both of his knees in Water Tribe prayer fashion. Like a devotee presenting an offering to a goddess, he presented the Southern princess with a silken necklace of interwoven light and dark blue ribbons, complete with a heart-shaped saffron centerpiece bearing intricate carvings of Water Tribe and Air Nomad insignias.

"You remember how we met, don't you, Katara?" Aang asked with a blissful grin as Katara choked out a joyful cry and nodded. "The moment you randomly fell on top of my penguin, I fell in love with you. Looking back, I wondered if it was even possible to fall in love so fast, but as we progressed with our ride and later our relationship, as we rode the hills and the slopes, as we glided with the clouds and agitated Sokka twenty-four hours a day—"

"Hey, don't bring me into this!" Sokka feigned offense, causing chuckles to erupt.

"I've come to see just how remarkable you are, Katara," Aang continued, moisture collecting in his eyes. "Your ability, your empathy, your kindness…You are truly beautiful in every sense of the word, and I'm grateful the universe brought us together." Holding out the necklace, "Will you marry me, Katara?"

And the abundant waves of love and affection and hope in the grey storms of his eyes were answered with a shrill, "Yes, Spirits, yes!" before Katara threw herself at him. He picked her up in his arms and spun her around, their resulting passionate kiss sending the chamber into a frenzy of joy.

While everyone was lost in the celebrations and camaraderie, Sokka watched his sister share another dance with her fiancé, her face aglow with love and happiness that was returned just as fervently by Aang. The couple cast Sokka a look, earning an elated grin and a big congratulatory wave. Katara cast a quick side glance at Yue, who was sitting next to him, before turning back to her brother as if seeming to say, Now's your chance, ask her for a dance!

The truth was that with the passage of time, Sokka didn't have to deal with the constant anxiety of appearing perfect or impressive in front of her. Perhaps it was the journal-writing that was curbing the intensity of the flutters in his chest, or perhaps it was also the increased companionship, but while there were times he felt the chaos of impossible infatuation, her presence was bringing him greater peace. Efforts at impressing her had taken a different turn, his focus shifting from dumping oceans of cologne on himself to caring for her in steady streams. Flowers, foot rubs, scented candles, things of the like. He had even learned to brew different kinds of tea, but the astonishment of that didn't at all compare to his insistence on learning how to cook— a step that certainly shocked the wits out of his sister when he approached her for help and demanded that it be a surprise until he mastered at least a few basic dishes. In light of this relative change, coupled of course with a dormant tension that he felt was better to not exercise, the warrior merely smiled and stayed where he was, waving them off. Go back to your oogies.

"It's amazing how quickly those two have gotten close," Yue mused, smiling beneath her mask.

"Yeah," he chuckled, "I can't believe it. My baby sister's gonna be married to the Avatar. The entire world's gonna know her face from now on. And she's gonna travel all over the world with Aang for a year after that."

And it was a welcome decision. Katara had been stuck in the same igloo for the majority of her life. Now she had nothing but freedom and time on her hands, accompanied by the companionship of someone who understood and took care of her and went to the extent of planning a year-long honeymoon for her following the Water Tribe and Air Nomad ceremonies. Of course, the wedding was to take place following Yue's coronation in the upcoming months, after which the Water Tribe ceremony would take place in the Southern Water Tribe and the Air Nomad ceremony would take place in the Southern Air Temple.

But in spite of the time that was yet to pass by, there was no doubt that the wait will be worth it. And needless to say that Aang and Katara would be happy, and that's all that really mattered.

"The poor guy was so stressed out when he came to us yesterday," Yue said, referring to the Avatar. "Look at him now."

"He's definitely enjoying himself," Sokka agreed.

"And it was sweet how you helped plan this for him."

Smiling, "Eh, it wasn't much. He got my blessing, he got my parents' blessing. Gran-Pakku was iffy but that's typical; Gran Gran apparently cooked a feast for the entire tribe. The entire South is anxious to get them hitched if she said yes— which was obviously going to happen, but Airboy still needed a morale boost. And I thought about how he swept my sister off her feet with his dance moves at the ball. I figured something to do with dancing will be exciting."

"That's very intelligent of you," she said. "And you had quite the moves there, too."

"It was nothing really," he said bashfully. "It was all Aang, he taught me the moves…"

"Actually, I think it was all you."

His smile widened, hopelessly endless, "Thanks, dronningi."

Yue look back to the couple, waving at them as they grinned at her, "It's very rare. Two people with mutual respect and affection coming together perfectly. You must be excited for her."

"I definitely am." Though he also dared to dream that the happiness of companionship that enshrined the engaged couple could work its way around him and Yue as well. He gazed at her as she clapped along to the music and cheered Aang and Katara on, her eyes bright and full of life— a highly welcome contrast to the exhaustion that drained the energy out of them following their trips.

What he would give to continue seeing her like this every day.

"I'll be back," Yue rose from her seat.

"Anything you need?" he jumped up a little too suddenly. "I'll go get it for you."

"I need to use the bathroom. Nothing you can do about that, can you?"

"Oh…hehe," brushing the back of his head, "Sorry."

"Just relax, Mr. Wang, it's only us here. You can get off bodyguard duty," she ruffled his hair, grinning as she left.

He sighed, taking his seat. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zhi approach his table and settle across from him, wearing a knowing grin. "Yearning much?"

"Yep," and the warrior laid his head on the table, briefly closing his eyes.

"Tell her how you feel already, isumataq," Zhi pressed. "It may be obvious, and everyone here may know about your feelings, but she's still stuck in the illusion that you're joking around or spinning a narrative to avoid being forcibly married off."

"Yeah…but I don't want to ruin the friendship we have," came the mumble. "If she doesn't feel the same way…"

"That's impossible."

"Not really."

Shaking his head, "Isumataq, do you really not see the care and affection in her eyes?"

"What if it's a friendly kind of affection?"

"Put your hand over your heart and tell me you never felt anything simmering between the two of you. 'Cause everyone else can literally feel the tension between you and the dronningi. One of you's gonna have to give, and the chances of it being you are a hundred percent, and yet you're holding out. Doesn't it get tiring? Constantly doing the mating dance like an arctic peacock but never expressing anything?"

With an annoyed frown, "You don't get it. She has a habit of sending away people who care. She'll try to send me away if she realizes I have strong feelings."

"That's rather…counterintuitive. The goal is to keep loyal people close."

"Well that's just what she does. She'll also try to send me away to try to set things right. Since my folks and I aren't on the best of terms."

"Parents opposing their children's relationships. As if that has never happened before in history," Zhi remarked. "I won't deny that she's very self aware and that she knows of the general problems your family has, but it's your responsibility to let her know you're serious about her, isumataq. Serious enough to fight for her. Tell her how much her companionship means to you. The only reason she keeps stressing your return to the South is because she simply doesn't know or understand."

"Even if she knew, it would remain a problem for her."

"Her Highness helped so many couples before. She helped so many genuine lovers get married at the Moon Temple irrespective of their elders' consent. How is this any different?"

"Because when it comes to other people, of course she'll help, but in her case, she'll blame herself and feel like she's tearing my family apart. Why? Does she think she's not worth the fight?"

"All the more reason why you should confess. You're already married, besides. This is a fight you'll have to face either way one day."

Which only complicated things further. Only Sokka and Yue, with the exception of Aang and Katara, knew of the contractual nature of their arrangement. It would very easily be broken apart— at least Sokka felt— if a mindless blurb of confession fell on her ears.

"Sometimes I feel like I can't tell what she thinks of me, but other times…I really think there's something between us," his voice dropped to a soft whisper as he said it, his gaze hopeful and tender.

"Ya don't say?" Zhi drawled with sarcasm.

"But I haven't even figured out a proper excuse to stay even after…" After the contract expired.

"Even after what?"

Shaking his head, "Nothing…nothing…Just the the circumstances as they are now. Even if we're doing better now than before, it's still not totally safe. Last week, last fucking week, some idiot was about to throw his five-year-old daughter in the ocean 'cause he was told she can't work at the same place his little boy was working. No one else would give her a job, supposedly, 'cause she was a girl. Do you know how fucked up every bit of this is? On so many fucking levels? That blubberface was basically making his little babies work so he could afford more time with his mistress. He quit his job and lived with her and lived off of the money his children made. His poor wife was sick, but instead of taking care of her and the kids, that idiot was so focused on finding someone to have sex with."

Zhi's entire teasing nature dropped from there as the gravity of the situation weighed in on him.

"Yue was heartbroken all last week," Sokka said, greatly perturbed.

"Well Her Highness is rather sensitive…but I'm sure she's at least a bit jaded by now. She has seen a lot of things like this."

"Well that still doesn't help things," he frowned. "And I don't get it. Why does the universe always give us cases of men abandoning their partners or families? Why can't we have some harmless robberies or contract breaches or something?"

"Woah woah, stop yourself. You're saying it like she'll project those onto you and think you'll do the same thing."

"Well she's still hesitating. And she wants me to cite some kind of logic. Some kind of reason why I'd be this invested. Now I'm a person of logic, but it's starting to fuck me up when it comes to love. Love doesn't have logic to it sometimes."

"You got that right."

Taking a deep breath, finding that the princess wasn't here yet, "Nearly everyday she asks me, 'Isumataq, why would you want to waste your time here even after my coronation? Isumataq, you should be free to pursue whatever you want, not force yourself to stay in a relationship my parents forced you into.'" Looking at the assistant, "It breaks my heart, Zhi. It makes me want to say, 'Why else? Because I love you and the North. Because I don't mind staying with you in your world that you love most. Because these six months have been the best six months of my life, and because I'm happy when I'm with you.'"

"Well you have to tell her these things at some point," Zhi kept stressing. "She can't read your mind, can she?"

"Well even if I do, what statistics can I show her to prove I really have feelings for her? What graphs will tell her I want to be with her? What science can explain that I would never abandon her?"

Zhi couldn't respond, feeling sympathy for the warrior.

"It's not her fault, Zhi," Sokka said. "Everyone's terrified. Every tribeswoman is terrified. But the princess is traumatized, and Arnook didn't do shit to help her." Swallowing the lump in his throat, "She needs to keep healing, and when she reaches a certain point where she's comfortable, I'll think about telling her." But until then, he needed an excuse to stay.

"And when is that going to happen, do you know?" Zhi frowned. "Will you be okay until then? Just look at yourself in the mirror, Sokka, you look like you've aged significantly since you got here, and not all of it is because of politics. You can't keep all of this in and expect yourself to be okay. You already make it so obvious. Think about how many people mistook you and the princess for a married couple throughout your travels. Fine, leave public opinion aside; kid, you're on your eighth journal. Imona told you to keep a journal to help you process things, but you might as well be writing an entire multi-series saga about the princess. Writing entire anthologies of 'I love Yue' in every notebook you see like a madman—"

"Shh!" the flushed prince covered Zhi's mouth with his hand, "Where'd you see all that?!"

"In your bunker. You're lucky she's righteous. Otherwise you would've been busted."

"Fuck," he rubbed his head, "I need to keep those somewhere else."

"Sokka, the point I'm trying to make to you is that you're a good man. You love her genuinely. And there's no time like the present! I can understand why you want to wait, but she'll feel good about herself if she knows someone loves and appreciates her but still gives her the space she wants."

"You really think so?"

"True love can do wonders to someone's sense of worth. Believe me, I know, I've seen it. And think of it this way; her pride could very well be holding her back from confessing first. So make the first step. Make the necessary step. And as soon as she becomes the chieftess, you both can take the next steps of your lives together." He placed an encouraging hand on Sokka's shoulder, "Trust me, we can figure out the rest later in baby steps."

---

The Northern and Southern dronningis were escorted to the estate in blindfolds. Sokka and Aang were nearly jumping off of the walls in excitement as they claimed a surprise was in the works, and with puffed-up chests, they scrambled to get everything ready in the kitchen, preparing to show off as husband material.

"For the last time, they taste fine," Aang chuckled at the warrior, "Now hurry!"

And after confirming his dishes were good enough to eat, he proceeded to organize Yue's meal.

"Sokka, what are you even doing?" the princess called.

"Just a minute, Baby Blue!"

"You know, I still can't believe she lets you call her that and doesn't suspect a thing," Aang shook his head, freezing in place when he saw that Sokka was adding extra sweets in the tray prepared for Yue, "Hey man, not cool. You're giving her more sweets than Katara. I know you love your wife and all, but don't be so partial."

"Yue loves sweets," Sokka defended.

"Katara does too. Give 'em the same quantities!"

"Airboy, try to understand. Ladies might crave certain things during their time of the month. They gotta eat more, got it? Put two and two together."

A moment later, Aang nodded in understanding, "So…wait, I didn't know you know Yue like that."

"What's so awkward about this? Certain things you pick up when you've been traveling together and if you've constantly been around each other."

After an extensive wait, the princesses were pleasantly surprised to see food making its way over to them in large trays. Aang had stepped out of the kitchen first, wearing an apron atop his robes, the tray in his hands harboring several colorful fruit pies and an array of custard tarts.

"Oh wow," Yue's face lit up at the sweets, "Those look delicious!"

"Aang, this is so sweet!" Katara kissed the airbender appreciatively, "Sweetie, you've really outdone yourself this time!"

"Thank you, Sweetie," he grinned.

"Alright, that's enough," Sokka drawled from behind the kitchen.

"Shut up, we're engaged," Katara shot back.

"That doesn't mean we want to see you make out in front of an audience." And eventually, the warrior stepped out with his own tray filled with warm dishes that he'd personally prepared.

"Isumataq," Yue blinked, wide-eyed and excited to see more food, a wide range of which consisted of many of her favorites. "What is all this…?"

"Aang took care of the desserts and the rice, mainly, and yours truly was in charge of the noodles and soups," he beamed.

"That's it? Where's the meat?" Katara mimicked her brother, earning a peal of laughter from Aang.

Sokka nearly rolled his eyes, but a giggle from the Northern princess brought back the jubilant grin on his face, "Out of respect for the vegetarians among us, we've decided to keep the meat on the low."

"Well that's very sweet of you both," Yue was positively radiating at the sight of the food. "I had no idea you knew how to cook, Sokka. I was under the impression that you didn't!"

"Oh you're right, my brother couldn't even hold a ladle a few months ago," Katara said, "But he's been learning from me since the last few months. He insisted on cooking a meal for you one day."

"That's so thoughtful!"

"Not so fast, you still have to taste it all first," Sokka smiled.

"Let's be real, you wouldn't let her taste any of it if you felt it wasn't good enough," Katara pointed out, turning to her sister-in-law, "It took him several weeks to properly mix the flour for those noodles."

"I'm sure it'll all be amazing—"

"No, don't do that," Katara said, "Be very honest. Brutally honest. Tear him to shreds, if you have to."

"For once in her life, Katara's right," the warrior said, shrugging off Katara's annoyance, "Be very honest in your review, dronningi."

"Fine, honest I shall be," Yue picked up her chopsticks and was quick to scoop up a generous amount of noodles.

"Wait a bit, it's hot—"

But she didn't wait, relishing the heat and the explosion of flavor in her mouth, "Mmm! They really are good!"

"See, you're being too nice," Katara shook her head, "Sokka can take it, say it to his face."

"I swear, they're good. Try it yourself. And the soup…" she took a sip of the five flavor soup, her eyes closing, "Everything's perfect!"

"Sokka really did do a great job," Aang agreed, breaking off a piece of the mango fruit pie and feeding it to his fiancé in the meanwhile.

"So you really like it?" Sokka asked hopefully.

"Mhm," she reached for a fruit pie next, praising the airbender, "And as usual, your fruit pies are perfect, Aang."

"Yes, they're super amazing, Sweetie," Katara leaned in for another kiss that was wholeheartedly returned, and the two lovers forgot the world around them.

"She acts like he did all the hard work around he—" And he was interrupted by the kiss that was planted on his cheek by the Northern princess. He flushed, trailing away with bobbing lips and gawking eyes.

"I have great respect for men who go above and beyond to make our days brighter," Yue smiled at him. "Thank you, isumataq. You're truly a wonder as is your cooking."

You're truly a wonder. He broke into a big, dopey grin, ocean eyes radiating utter joy, "Y-Y-You're welcome, dronningi…"

"Please do pass more of the soup, will you?"

Clearing his throat, feeling as if his body was floating in mid-air, "Sure! There's more where that came from!"

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By the edge of Kuamakhi Village, a steamer prepared to depart along Northern waters. Standing at the nearby docks were the Northern princess and the Southern prince as they bid goodbye to the highly pleased local chief and chieftess of the Kuamakhi tribe.

"We had the whale-chicken packed especially for you, Isumataq Sokka," the local chief, Jummaq, smiled. "You really enjoyed yourself at the feast, and we're delighted to have pleased you."

"Oh wow, thanks!" Sokka smiled with great jubilance, "You have no idea how much you've made my day, my friend!"

His excitement earned chuckles from the leaders.

"We also had your favorite pastries packed for you, Your Highness," Irniya, the local chieftess, smiled at Yue.

"Oh, that's very sweet," Yue beamed. "But you didn't have to go through the trouble. I don't mean to be a burden."

"It's no burden at all! It's an honor."

"We thank you for your hospitality," Yue bowed, earning a series of bows back.

"We should be thanking you, Honorable dronningi. We did not think you would agree to our requests so quickly."

"After many years of our needs being overlooked, we are still unable to believe we're not dreaming this moment," Jummaq followed.

"Don't you worry, angajukkaak," Sokka chimed in with a grin, "I can assure you you're anything but dreaming right now. Her Highness has a way of changing lives for the better in moments."

"Alright, isumataq," Yue said, "Maybe settle down with the unnecessary praise—?"

"It's only the truth, Your Grace," Sokka held his head up high.

Irniya nodded and beamed, "Yes, yes, we've heard of the miracle down South. Our position was not as destitute, but we were definitely headed in that direction. We can never thank you enough for your contributions, Princess. You are certainly living up to the title of nunaatip anaana."

"What is there for me to reject? Everything you both have asked for is for the good of your village and your people," Yue said. "And in turn, you are all my people. I couldn't be more proud that you're looking out for your community with such compassion."

"Nevertheless, your outreach brought hope to our village," Jummaq said. "It has been at least eighty years since we heard from the mainland. Normally we would have our representatives sent over to the mainland to handle disputes and request accommodations. Our ties have been severely weakened during the reign of…was it Chief Immiru?"

"Yes, Chief Immiru," Yue nodded, "My father's great grandfather."

"And even before then, no leader has ever personally traveled to our homes," Irniya said. "And we are not saying this to blame our leaders. It is not easy traveling by ship to a separate village or district every day. We've heard you had to tamper with your schedule several times so you can balance your duties in the mainland and simultaneously cater to us. This is certainly an ambitious project of yours."

"Well it wouldn't have been possible without the support of local chieftains and chieftesses such as you both, and I happily admit that I have received much love from all local leaders thus far, even from tribes who have supposedly had conflicts with the mainland on paper. Their hospitality is unforgettable, and their cultures are lush and vibrant. I am honored to have been a part of their communities for at least a day."

"You are very considerate of our needs. Of course, the hospitality should be as such."

Yue smiled, "Let it be known that even if we are born into different clans and have different traditions, we are all still one collective Tribe. Uan nunaqqatigiit, uan nunalik. If there is anything else you need, please do not hesitate to reach out."

"We are very glad to hear it," Jummaq bowed along with his wife, "And we look forward to attending your coronation. Please do visit us again."

The dronningi and isumataq engaged in another round of bows before boarding the steamer, and before long, they traversed the waters, the waving figures of Irniya, Jummaq, and their guards and ministers disappearing with the encroaching mist.

"That went beautifully," Ivaneq noted, pleased, "It has been far too long since we'd spoke with this tribe in particular."

"Unfortunately, my ancestors of the recent past were more concerned about Agna Qel'a's assets than others' needs. That's why we cannot delay their requests any further. Please arrange for twenty thousand silver pieces in emergency aid. Arrange for their requested partnerships immediately."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you."

Yue took a deep breath to let out her exertion. She then reached for some documents on the table nearby, but Sokka stopped her, "Nope, it's time for your break."

"Yeah," she nodded, "I could really use one."

She didn't have to specify anything; having read her mind, he carried her over to her bunker and helped her onto her bed. She relaxed against the sheets, groaning in exhaustion, not moving a single muscle.

"Yugoda said you have to take things slow," Sokka frowned, reaching for the container of water on the table nearby and pouring some onto a cup, handing her the same. "Why not take a week off? We've already extended your schedule, and we only have a couple of villages left to visit."

"It's fine. I just want this to be over. It's only one more day." Patting the space next to her, "Sit for a while. You've been running around, too."

"Actually, let me brew some tea. It'll help with the stress."

"Not now, Sokka, just sit for a minute. Besides, we just had lunch."

He sat on the other side of the bed after kicking off his boots, and as she did the same, he winced at her swollen feet. It was no wonder she'd been harboring a hiss in each step.

"I know what you're thinking, but it's really not bad."

Not at all convinced, he checked her feet, eyes widening at the blisters on her soles.

"Sokka, it's really not bad—"

"Of course not. It's unacceptable!"

She found that she couldn't stop him as he reached for the seaweed-turmeric lotion on the bedside table and settled beside her feet. Before she could protest, he got to work on gently dabbing the lotion over her blisters, lightly massaging the unaffected areas and relieving her of the tension. The princess sighed in relief, leaning back against the pelts with a returning wince, a quiet mumble of approval leaving her lips.

"I'm going up a little. The usual. Is that okay?"

"Yeah," she breathed.

He gently traversed up to the lower end of her calves, pleased by the pleasure unfolding on her face but he didn't miss the twinge of pain that showed when she tried to settle her back and upper body against the soft pelts, finding it difficult to move. He was reminded of a conversation he had a couple of days ago with Sanka.

"Do you think Yugoda or her assistants are willing to give massages or something?"

Sanka blinked, "Why?"

"I noticed that Yue's having a hard time sitting up or standing for more than a few minutes," Sokka said. "Everytime I ask, she denies it, but I know she's sore, and she's obviously been overdoing it. A good ol' massage can go a long way. Preferably a full body massage."

"I suggested it to her several times before. I personally offered to give her one, but Her Highness doesn't seem to prefer it," Sanka said. "She once said she didn't feel comfortable about receiving one. Imona thinks it's likely because of the close body contact."

Frowning in concern, "It might be because she's still disturbed by the Earth Kingdom imposter incident…"

"Actually, even before that, Kuunnguaq was reluctant. I mean, a massage doesn't have to be intimate, but it can be. And the thing is, Kuunnguaq had obviously been alone the first several years of her life. From as young as she can remember. She's not easily used to things that we don't think twice of, like back rubs and hand holding and hugs and such. Certain forms of human touch that we're introduced to by doting parents or siblings."

Softening his eyes, "Oh…"

"Of course, she has gotten better. She hugs people who need it. She's a healer, now, and that can't be done without physical touch."

"But now that I think about it, she's more comfortable when she initiates it."

"Exactly. It's not like she has a mid-life crisis or anything when she's suddenly hugged or something, but it'll be awkward for her in the least. And again, she's gotten over a lot of it, and if she's around people she's most comfortable with, she'll have no problems at all. But certain things like massages, there still seems to be some tension."

"She's comfortable around you," Sokka said. "Why not ask her again? Give her a heads-up that it's a safe space…"

"I don't know how that'll go, but I will tell you that she seems to be comfortable with you, too. Ivaneq tells me you give each other foot rubs all the time."

"It took some time for her to tell me how she wanted it and what worked for her and stuff, but yeah, she really loves 'em."

"Then I tell you what. If it's just her neck and back, maybe a bit of her lower back, I'm sure you can handle that, can't you?"

Widening his eyes, "Oh, no no no, I'm a guy."

"And men can't give massages?" Sanka raised her eyebrows. "Always gotta be us spanking your backs and butts, huh?"

"Don't twist my words, that's not what I meant," Sokka frowned, earning a teasing laugh, "Isn't it obvious? How comfortable would she be if a guy's giving her a massage?" Crossing his arms, "After all the stuff that's happening out there. I don't want her thinking I'm taking advantage in any way. It's better if a woman does it."

The Revivalist found his concern endearing, "You don't have to make it a gender issue if you and Kuunnguaq are on close, understanding terms already. She'll know you meant it for her own good. It's not like you're a serial rapist walking around with an axe to murder your victims. And the most important part is that she knows your touch that way. She's familiar with your techniques." Shrugging, "Even if she ends up declining the offer, a friendly inquiry won't hurt."

Taking a deep breath, Sokka asked the princess, "You like my foot rubs, don't you?"

"Yes, you're quite talented," she smiled at him.

"Do you feel comfortable? With me doing it?"

"If I didn't, you wouldn't be here right now."

"Right," he gently moved his hands away, letting her feet rest atop a bolstering pelt, "You know, I can massage your neck, too, if you want. And maybe your back area, too. Shirts on, of course, so no worries about being that level of awkward…"

She blinked at him.

"If you don't want it, that's okay," he added quickly. "I was only asking because I can tell you're having back issues. I threw out my back before, too, and it took a long time for me to get myself together. Thinking back on it, a massage might've helped…but anyway…" looking up at her, "I'll be gentle. Again, if you don't want to, that's okay, I only suggested it because you look bone-tired right now and…and you're saying you have a lot to do, but that's not gonna be possible if you neglect your back like that and…" And after observing no real change in expression, "Is that supposed to be a, 'Get the hell out of my bunker' face?"

Laughing, "Why would I think that? You're only being nice."

"So is that a yes…?"

"Well…we do have quite a bit to do tomorrow…Let's see, we're going to Osumit, then Wiranqi…"

"Yue, Osumit and Wiranqi are nearly submerged in water. There's no way we'll get by in anything but a gondola. Now gondolas are fun and all, but there's no way you'll be sitting for hours at a time if you're like this. I know you prefer other methods to handle your back, but if we're being honest about this, they don't seem to be helping very much."

"You're right," Yue sighed.

"We don't have to approach this the awkward way. It's just another technique. If it works it works, if not then no. I mean, you're the healer, you'd know more…but it's worth a try, right?" In a defensive flare, "It doesn't have to be me by the way. I can ask one of the sisters. It's the method that's important, not who gives it."

And lbinded by the fact that this was Sokka, a flare teasing against her normally strict judgment, "Since you're so worried, just do the honors yourself, isumataq."

A blink, "You're okay with it?"

"Why not?" came a flutter. "Since you make a convincing argument that the fate of the tribe rests on my massage."

"That's not the argument. The point is that you should take care of yourself."

"Same difference."

He gently pat the bed, "Lie down on your stomach."

She found herself nodding along with more ease than she expected from herself, discarding her overbearing coat and extra paraphernalia, finding contentment with her simple tunic. With considerable difficulty, she turned, hissing at the tug in her lower back. She sank her face into the pillow, feeling his weight shift from the edge of the bed to the space next to her a little ways up.

"We'll go slow," he breathed. "We'll stop whenever you want to."

Another nod.

"Ruba'a." Just relax. "That's how you say it, right?"

"Yep, you got it." Closing her eyes, holding her breath, "Work your magic, isumataq. I just might return the favor."

She could feel him smile, "No, that's not necessary. As long as you feel better."

His touch came as it always did: a warm wave that splayed her braid to the side before the familiarity of his fingers settled tentatively, gently at the sides of her exposed neck, careful to avoid pressure points. She giggled into the pillow.

"What?"

"It tickles."

"I didn't even begin," he laughed, gently bringing his palms down the nape of her neck, the touch speaking to sensations she had left dormant. His palms then parted, slowly caressing each pathway to its respective shoulder, grasping the said shoulders and giving soft, experimental squeezes. An inaudible oh escaped her lips, taking with it a substantial part of some unknown tension.

"How's that?"

"I…I think that's good…"

"Again?"

"Sure… Ohh…" her face contorted, "Yes, that's very goo—ohhh…aaahhh!"

"Is that oka—?"

"Yes, yes, keep going."

And he obeyed, his fingers traveling from her shoulders back up to her neck, traversing her nape, then back down and occasionally teasing their way to the middle of her back. Soft, delighted sighs let loose as he slowly went lower, stopping just before her waist area.

"Is it helping at least a little?"

"Mmmm…a lot, actually."

"Good, good."

His presses varied in pressure, venturing up her back only to caress it on his way down, rubbing little circles where he felt considerable tension. A particular stroke managed to break her silence, eliciting a low moan.

And as he caught a glimpse of the grin she was trying to hide, he breathed a relieved sigh, a huge grin splitting across his face. "Wasiraya minnat, inaari?" Enjoying yourself, Princess?

"Yes…yes…" shifting a little, "You don't have to be that gentle," she shifted, "A bit more pressure is fine."

Yue wasn't going to deny the pleasure that ebbed from his touch. The subtle dance of his fingers, silk like water; the graze of his knuckles like soft riverbeds. And the warmth; the warrior was warmth personified, the heat of his hands seeming to permeate even through the thin cotton of her tunic to rectify the throbbing skin underneath. It was nothing short of bliss, she concluded, as little sighs progressed into unabashed moans with every loosening knot in her body.

"Spirits, Sokka, how are you good at—aahhhn…! Just a little pressure and then—haah!" A long sigh followed by a, "Well fuck…"

Laughing, continuing with his rhythm, "I don't know. I haven't exactly tried it. But I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

"Seriously," she panted into the pillow, an exhilarated laugh leaving her, quickly followed with a groan, "Don't know what I'd do without you, isumataq."

"You sure you don't want to call it a day and settle down with me, Princess?" he teased. "I'll give you massages every day if you want. Think well."

She smiled into the pillow before she turned over on her back, gazing up at him, "That's enough. Let me return the favor. You've been stressed, too."

"Not now."

Raising her eyebrows, "You think I can't handle physical exertion because I'm a woman."

"You're playing the sexist card to make me sit my ass down," he replied coolly. "Ismi shikaayi maat." Well that's not happening.

"You're certainly killing it with that stellar Nagaran," she smirked.

"I have a great sifu—oof!" he found himself falling forward as she grasped his bicep and pulled him towards her. He landed beside her on the bed, his face sinking into the pillow that smelled delightfully of moonflowers and cardamom. She subsequently sat up, a mischievous look in her eyes as she rolled up the sleeves of her tunic.

He thought he wouldn't be able to breathe from the flush that washed over him until an inexplicably soft touch placed unexpectedly firm pressure in a long neglected tender spot of his that even years' worth of Pakku's water whips and Gran-Gran's herbal creams couldn't reach, "Oooohh, fuck!" He squeezed his eyes shut and let out an elongated moan, clutching the sheets beside him, "Yue…"

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"Fuck yes, dronningi, right there, please! Iccha maani, iccha maani!" Right there, right there!

A laugh, "Hang on, hang on, I'm getting there…"

"Yesss…Spirits, I've never felt this good…aahhhh yes! Mmmmnnnnn…"

And right on the other side of the closed doors were Ping, Zhi, and Ivaneq, feeling unapologetic curiosity. Ping's eyes bulged out of their sockets as he chewed on his fingernails. Ivaneq's face was as crimson as the Fire Nation flag. Zhi had a devious grin on his face, the isumataq's cries of pleasure posing as music to his ears. The princess seemed to be enjoying herself, too, after her fair share of bliss.

"I really, uh… don't think it's anything to be excited over…"

"Nonsense, Ivaneq, they're finally doing it," Zhi nearly exclaimed. "Can't you see, it was bound to happen! The princess warming up to him, prince and his undeniable nesting behaviors—"

"Nesting?" Ping asked, bemused.

"You know, providing, cooking, nurturing, foot rubs and warm teas and all that. It's all biological; he's clearly happy in this relationship, and he's clearly readying himself for the next step without even realizing it."

"He's doing all this because Her Highness doesn't know what self-care is and is constantly running around—"

"That too, of course—"

"Aaaahhhnnn…"

"Ah yes. Listen closely, men, that's the sound of a boy becoming a man."

Ping flushed beet red, sharing a wide-eyed look with Ivaneq before the trio could hear the creaking of the bed followed by the prince's pants and softening moans. They didn't hear the conversation that followed but did hear the princess's soft, breathy laughs. "How's that, isumataq?"

"Dear universe…I could get addicted to this, dronningi…"

"The feeling is mutual…"

"They must've enjoyed themselves," Zhi grinned ear to ear, earning a slap to his shoulder by a reprimanding Ivaneq.

"We have other things to do," the assistant frowned, starting to walk away. "I know how they are, they won't give in this easily."

"How do you explain the—?"

"Get away from the door and get over here, you shameless polar pig."

They seemed to have moved out of the way just in time, for another minute later, Sokka stepped out, a rejuvenated grin on his face. He slowly closed the door behind him and reared up his shoulders, uttering satisfied grunts as he stepped over to his room down the hallway, his grin widening.

Zhi, ignoring Ivaneq and Ping, jumped forward, accompanying the prince down the hall, "Stress relief, eh?"

"Oh yeah, Her Highness feels much better."

"It sounded like you were enjoying yourself, too."

"You know how Her Highness is," he said, "Always returning favors." But the prince didn't understand why that sent Zhi laughing, "What? Was it something I said?"

"You know, isumataq, if you two keep up this favor business, you just might do the tribe a huge favor and beget an heir."

"Heir?" Blinking, "What in the world…?"

Upon seeing his confusion and second-guessing himself, "Wait…what were you doing in there, then?"

"I gave her a massage, and she gave me one."

Cocking his head, "A massage?"

"What were you thinking it was?" he raised his eyebrows.

"O-Oh…nothing…"

Frowning, "You need to get your mind out of the gutter, my man."

"It's only natural, Prince Sokka, you two are married."

"Let's scream it to the world, shall we?"

"Sorry, sorry." A long sigh, "We just had a small ray of hope is all. Since it'll have to happen at least next week if not today…"

"Wait, what?"

"Akluviq's on his way here," Zhi handed the prince a scroll, "You and the princess have been married for almost six months now."

"So?"

"Don't you know the six-month rule?"

The prince felt like he was hit by a Ba Sing Se freight train.

"He's determined to arrange your consummation night before the six months are up. So the marriage wouldn't be inauspicious."

Fumbling with the scroll, his face crimsoning to impossible shades as he skimmed through the contents, "What the…?"

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A/N: A reminder on translations for interested readers: Angkaran and Nagaran are made up, not based on real languages.