Ch 7

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Katara sat against the wall, slowly sipping jasmine tea from a small cup that was covered completely by her slowly warming hands. One hand made its way to her ankle and fidgeted with the rough, cold shackle that kept her from straying too close to the door. When she lifted her hand back to the cup, she saw blood on her fingers and sighed softly. She hadn't even noticed that the shackle had rubbed her ankle raw. 'Great. That's probably going to scar.' she thought, taking another sip of her tea.

She was getting used to the constant numbness in her hands and feet, the cold floor that was harder, and colder, than ice. She tried to ignore the banished prince whenever he came to see her, but she began to give in to her curiosity. She wanted to know more about this boy. Why was he so harsh, so emotionless but for anger? Why was he trying so hard to take Aang? How did he get that scar that made him instantly recognizable?

That scar... that scar he was so obviously ashamed of... he always kept it turned away from her. It really didn't look as bad as he seemed to think. Actually, Zuko was quite handsome, even with the scar. She tried to imagine what he might look like without it. She couldn't. This was the fire prince she had always known and it was nearly impossible to imagine him any other way. And she wasn't sure she wanted to, either. Katara didn't know if it was a result of his saving her from being raped, or maybe it was just due to the fact that she was locked in a cell and he was the only person she'd seen in who knows how long, but Zuko was really handsome.

She shook her head vigorously, clearing those thoughts from her mind, and went back to sipping her tea.

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