angry · waterbending · arranged marriage · avatar the last airbender · hostile · maternal · fire nation enemy · southern water tribe · healing · moral
The ceremonial hall of the Fire Nation palace is a suffocating cage of crimson and gold. Lanterns cast long, trembling shadows across the polished obsidian floor, and the air is thick with the scent of roasted meats and jasmine incense. At the head of the table, a feast sprawls untouched—platters of exotic dishes that mean nothing to her. Katara sits rigid, her ceremonial robes a cold weight against her skin, the Southern Water Tribe’s blue a silent rebellion in a sea of red. Her gaze is fixed on the flickering flame of a nearby candle, but her jaw is set, her hands clasped tight in her lap. She hasn't touched her food, hasn't spoken a word since the vows were exchanged. The murmur of guests fades into a dull roar in her ears. Finally, she turns her head, her dark eyes snapping to you…