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ON DAXAM:
Kara Zor-El is the physical embodiment of a perfect Daxamite. With long blonde ringlets cascading down her back, bright blue eyes, and an incredible figure, it was hard to miss her. She lives the life of Daxamites; constant partying and alcohol, loved by many and wanted by just the same amount. Kara however, is a hard fish to catch, not only in Daxam but also across the universe.
It’s not a secret that Daxam has a law that all royalty must follow, the law of mating. At the age of twenty one, the crowned heir to the throne must pick a suitor, more particularly, the parents must pick someone they see fit to rule the kingdom.
Kara opened her eyes, the red sun of Daxam seeping through her curtains, making her groan and flip over to face the other side, away from the harsh light but it was no use, she was awake.
“Great.” She mumbles to herself, throwing the sheets off her bed and walking to her closet, examining herself in the mirror. Kara was never one for make up, having naturally perfect skin so she often only opted for mascara. Not today though.
“It’s not everyday you turn twenty one” She says to her reflection whilst examining her figure, she could be less than thrilled. Today's her birthday and instead of throwing a massive party like she intended, she has to throw a ball, a masquerade ball according to her mother, to remove any biases of face whilst she chooses a suitor. You’d think that at twenty one she’d be more capable of finding someone to have and to hold. And you'd think the Daxam queen would allow her to pick a suitor based on looks. That last thing Kara wants is to be the queen with a child not branded the same way she was growing up.
Kara’s head whips to the double doors of her bedrooms as a light tap on the door is made.
“Come in!” Kara yells and the door opens.
“Happy birthday to you” She immediately hears, the voices of her parents, Alura and Zor and she smiles. Walking out of her closet as her parents continue to sing, a cake with twenty one candles in her mothers hands.
Kara blows the candles, making a wish that maybe mating with someone wouldn’t be as bad as she thinks it would.
“Kara, my darling you’re so grown up.” Her father says and Kara smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Growing up, she always had a great relationship with her parents. They didn't treat her like garbage so she didn't feel the need to be a garbage child.
“Thank you, father.” She said, trying her best not to sound upset. She was upset, hell, she was furious. She had to marry some guy that she’d like for one night then probably hate directly after. Not all the alcohol in the world could make her forget her duties to this godforsaken country. She tried her best not to be mad at her parents, they were only abiding by the law and as much as Daxamites loved to fight, she knew this law was not one of those things.
“Kara, Darling, you have a few more hours until the ball so please, don’t go and do anything crazy. We’d like you to come to the night sober.” Alura says and Kara urges herself to not roll her eyes.
“Of course mother.” She says tightly, already annoyed. She could go for a drink.
ON KRYPTON: MON-EL POV:
“Mon-El” I hear and my head snaps up from the book I’m reading. I watch as my parents walk through the doors of my room, small smiles on their faces.
“Good Morning.” I say politely and they nod back at me, politely acknowledging me back, the way all Kryptonians do.
“I know this might be sudden but you must go to Daxam tonight.” My mother, Rhea says and my blood instantly runs cold. Daxam? Why of all places would my parents, avid haters of that planet, as me to go there?
“Is there are reason why I must go there?” I ask and my mother sighs, sitting down at the foot of my bed, looking at the floor of my bedroom.
“It is their princesses birthday today, she goes by Kara. it is a law on Daxam that on their heirs twenty first birthday they must choose a mate. It has been years since the heir has been a girl and multiple people from across the galaxy are coming to try and win her hand.” My mother explains and I nod, beginning to understand why this is important news to me.
“And you would like me to try and woo the princess.” I finish and My father, Lar-Gand nods.
“Yes, we don’t like it as much as you do but Daxam and Krypton need to be united or else this war will continue to burn our resources. We thought that having you attempt to woo her yourself would be better for both our kingdoms than having an arranged marriage.” my father explains and I nod.
“Then I will do what is best for our planet.” I say, trying to cover up the fact that I have to win over a Daxamite of all people. That seems like a next to impossible task. My father walks out of the room, assuming my mother will follow, but she doesn’t she looks directly at me, a sheet of sadness on her eyes as she grabs my hand.
“I know this isn’t what you wan’t Mon-El but this is a good idea. I have done my fair share of research and she is as every bit of well read as she is beautiful.” My mother says then squeezes my hand. “You’re aircraft leaves at five.” She adds then walks away. Leaving me in my thoughts.
I turn back into my book, hoping that maybe, my mother was right and this Daxamite princess will be more than the galaxy makes her seem to be, a beautiful partying hedonist.
Little did Mon-El and Kara know, maybe they didn’t even have a choice to make.