Summary: Things are not what they appear to be in Krypton. Zod is a borderline tyrannical King. Clark Kent is a fierce warrior feared among all in court. Lois Lane is being sent from Metropolis to Krypton to marry the King as a result of a peace treaty. In a palace where deception is commonplace sometimes the person you can put your trust in is the most unlikely source.
Prologue
Lois Lane was unenthusiastic to say the least. She gazed outside the window of her home, the home she had known for the past twenty years, the home that was given to her father, the head of Metropolis' army by a very thankful King. Lois stood in front of a somewhat dirty mirror watching as she was made to look like something she was not, royal. She was bathed not too long ago and scented in the most alluring scent that had been created at the time. Her maid dressed her, cinched her corset and fixed her hair in a sophisticated updo. If she was to the King's liking it would be the last day that Lois would ever spend in her home.
Her maid quickly stepped away from Lois when the door of her chambers opened to reveal Sam Lane, Lois' father. Lois silently turned, not even allowing her eyes to meet her fathers. Sam smiled wide, the lines in his face seeming to become more defined, yet as soon as the smile appeared it faded into a scowl. "I need you to be perfect today Lois."
"It's good to see you too father. How are you on this lovely summer day?" Lois spoke sarcastically before she went to turn around. She was halted abruptly by her father wrapping his hand around her upper arm spinning her back to face him, the grip on her arm causing Lois to wince in pain.
"Do you understand what today means Lois?" Sam shouted seething with anger. "And I would like to see you take that tone of voice with the King of Krypton. A bruised arm will be the least of your worries."
Lois ripped her arm from his grasp before walking over to the single window in her chambers. "I know perfectly well what today means father. You've told me hundreds of times. Though I still don't know why I am being offered like a sheep to the King of Krypton, surely the King of Metropolis has more appropriate women to offer."
"The King has no female children, you know that Lois." Sam huffed not moving from his spot.
"He has bastard children that are female." Lois rolled her eyes.
"You really believe that offering a bastard to the King of Krypton will convince him to uphold the peace bargain between our countries you're a lot dumber than I ever thought." Sam said rudely, the last words stabbing Lois through the heart causing pain to shoot through her insides. Lois remained silent and nodded her head trying her hardest to keep the tears back. She looked down at herself, in a dress that had been sent to her by the King of Krypton. It was tradition that when any woman from a foreign country entered Krypton because of a marriage they were to leave all aspects of their old life behind them, clothes included. It wasn't Lois at all, it was a black gown with way too many jewels embroidered on the bodice and even down the skirt of the dress. And it was a bit too tight. Lois composed herself when she felt her fathers broad presence behind her. "I know the men of Krypton aren't known for their compassion or for being good husbands but this is what needs to be done. You may not be a princess, or of royal blood but you are the most desired and respected woman in Metropolis, it is your duty to your country to do this."
"If a bastard of a royal isn't good enough for the King of Krypton then what makes you think I would be? I'm not a royal." Lois shook her head, it was something she thought about constantly. She could not see how she was the answer to it all.
"The King has always treated you like his own daughter. In court you are seen as the most eligible woman there is, which is why you have been saved for a moment like this." Sam explained.
"Saved to be used as a pawn in a game between men?" Lois questioned turning to her father. "What happened to my father who told me when I was little I would never be married off because of duty? Only for love."
"That my darling was a fairy tale to make a child happy." Sam said emotionlessly. "You were destined for greater things than to be a farmers wife Lois. You are destined to rule."
Lois didn't respond she simply nodded her head, she knew that there was no way out of this, this was her destiny. To travel to Krypton and, if she was to his liking, become the wife of the great King Zod.
Clark Kent walked the halls of the grand Kryptonian palace as the dull sunlight streamed through the windows. A lady of Metropolis and possibly the future Queen of Krypton was to debut at court that day and Zod instructed him to make sure everything was in order. Clark hated being Zod's little errand boy, he had men for that, but Zod insisted that he trusted no one except Clark to get things in order on this very important day.
Clark had spent the first thirteen years of his life in a large castle in the middle of rolling hills. He was never quite sure how his parents, Jonathan and Martha Kent had been able to live in such a castle when they were a simple farmer and farmer's wife. He was also never sure why his father and relatives insisted on training him to fight in such strenuous and unique ways. On Clark's thirteenth birthday a man from the royal guard rode into their home demanding that Clark gather his things and live at court to serve Zod. His parents put up quite the fight to keep Clark with them but it was pointless. The last thing Clark's father said to him before he rode off to the capital of Krypton was, "Never trust Zod." And so Clark never did. Clark may have lived at court and follow Zod's orders because he was King, but Clark never trusted him. Clark had refused to take vows to serve Zod and thus was not a knight but he was treated and respected like a knight even without the title. Clark was his own man, with his own values that often were drastically different from those of the King, but he certainly had a reputation that proceeded him. A few years after Clark had come to court Krypton and Metropolis were deeply immersed in war. Clark had been the fiercest warrior that Krypton had ever seen. When Zod saw Clark's talents he was more than impressed, and he knew he had made the right choice to bring a man he didn't particularly like to court.
Clark walked passed the King's chambers and was immediately halted at the sound of Zod's voice. "Clark!"
Clark took a breath and turned into the chambers, his red cape, attached to his armor flowed gracefully behind him. Zod smiled at the taller, younger, more handsome man. Zod was always envious of Clark since the young man was born. Clark stood straight bowing his head to the King. "Your Majesty."
"Today is an important day for me." Zod smiled adjusting his collar before taking a step toward a portrait which Clark only assumed to be a portrait of the lady of Metropolis. "Do you think she'll be as beautiful as her portrait?"
Clark set his jaw momentarily glancing at the portrait of the woman. "I'm sure she will be. She comes highly recommended."
Zod smiled subtly. "That she does. When will you choose to marry Clark?"
"I have no immediate plans your Majesty." Clark said simply. Over the years many women at court had tried to catch Clark's eye, their eagerness would make most men's mouths water but not Clark's. Their willingness simply made Clark sick, his mother taught him to instill respect in a partner, and the women of court were not deserving even the smallest amount of respect.
"No of course not. Perhaps I could help you in situating a wife for yourself, of course she would have to be in the same class as you, you are after all a simple farmers boy. But who knows I saved you from that life, perhaps I can save you from a common marriage." Zod tormented. While Zod had brought Clark to court and somewhat took him under his wing it was as if a line had been drawn in the sand between the two of them, each standing on opposite sides. While Clark respected Zod because he was the King he didn't like him in the least, and the same was true for Zod, for whatever reason he just did not like Clark.
"That will not be necessary your Majesty. If I am to marry I believe fate will put her in front of me when the time is right." Clark spoke stoically.
Zod smiled and cocked his head, "Always the dreamer. You're dismissed."
Clark nodded his head before walking back out into the halls of the palace, watching as people briskly got out of his way. Clark couldn't wait for the King to be married so Zod would be distracted by something other than getting under his skin.
Okay so the muse wouldn't leave on this and it's up tonight lol! Before I say anything else I just want to say I've become infatuated with the show Game of Thrones and it definitely helped inspire this story! (Oh also I really am not a fan of the summary haha)
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