A/N: Hi! So this is my first Supergirl and Karamel fic I hope you like it! So this is a complete set in Krypton where a lot of the characters are Kryptonians or Daxamites ir from another planet. So I hope you enjoy it!

Kara Zor-El was nervous. She had to hide that nervousness deep down. As a Kryptonian she was taught to always be a master over her emotions so she could focus on her important logic driven work. She especially needed to stay cool and collected as she started her first day on her first diplomatic mission. She knew this first mission wouldn't be an easy one since she was going to Daxom, their sister planet, rival, and constant enemy. She heard horror stories of Daxoms barbaric practices. They were told to her as warning stories as a child. The mean kids at school would tell mean rhymes about being like a Daximite. She used to have nightmares as a kid about Daxom and their barbaric ways. So she was nervous and a bit afraid of being on such a barbaric land but she knew they were irrational childish fears. She had learned all she could about their culture and their ways. Although they were certainly barbaric and way behind in the times she knew the difference between the stories and their history. She knew everything she needed to know about them. She could do this. She had to put her childish fears aside and take this task on with all of the strength and courage she had. She knew she could do this. She looked in the mirror and made sure she looked the part of well put together diplomat. She made sure there wasn't a hair out of place.

Then she heard a voice sound chipper, "You're going to do a great job! Kara!"

Kara turned around to see her Betrothed Barry Allen. He was wearing his science lab apparel as she was sure he was ready to spend all day in a dusty lab.

She smiled at him and then said, "Thanks Barry but I don't need such assurances. I have been trained well with the best. Besides Kryptonian and Daxomite negotiations always have gone quickly."

"Of course but still you will do great and maybe you'll add something to it that no one else has done before. I know you could have the strength to make a real difference."

Kara smiled and said, "Thanks Barry but I am still in training. I probably won't do a whole lot."

"Still have a good trip." He said warmly.

Barry was sweet he had great pep talks and she had given him a few pep talks herself. They had a great back and forth relationship. She knew that would prove to be a great asset to them once they were married. The thought sent nerves straight down her spine. She liked Barry a lot and she was happy that her life mate that was selected for her by an aptitude and personality test was someone who she did like. It was all of the other stuff that came with being married that scared her. Barry was very handsome and pleasing to look at but anytime she thought about physical affection with him it gave her an extremely awkward feeling. She knew it would pass. Her Mother said romantic feelings will grow with time. The Kryptonian way was an efficient way of matching partners. She and Barry actually had a lot in common so the test must be right about him. There was just a feeling of awkwardness about it. That was her problem she needed to let go of her feelings so they wouldn't rule her. Those unchecked feelings lead to hedonism that was more popular on Daxom. Being like a Daxomite is the worst fate to Krytonians so she would persevere.

Mon-El awoke in a cold sweat. He had the nightmare again. He was left all alone having to lead his country on his own with several planets armies attacking and he had no idea what to do so he threw a party and they all danced raciously together until one of his enemies stabbed him in the back. Then he saw his Mother's and Father's disapproving eyes. That was when he woke up. He always had different variations of that dream all telling him what he knew full heartedly, he was not ready to take on the responsiblity of being a Prince. He didn't know if he'd ever be ready to be a King. As he woke up he removed the dainty hand of the woman draped across of his bare chest. He looked at her wiping the sleep out of his eyes trying to gain his bearings. He tried recalling what her name was. As per usual he had spent the night intoxicated and dancing with lots of girls. He didn't always get their names. He was always taught to partake in as much gluttony as he desired before he was married in an arranged marriage that would be a good political move for their planet. He was to get as much out of his system and to distract himself as much as he wanted until it was time for him to start taking on more and more responsiblity. It was getting closer and as he gained his bearings he realized he was to take on some of that responsiblity today. He was to sit on a standard negotiation meeting with Krytonians. He was not looking forward to that. Krytonians were so stuffy. He heard stories about how stiff and stuck up Kryptonians were and how they looked down on them. He met a few they were just as snobby as he heard from the stories and more so. This was something he was not looking forward to at all.

Mon-El had gotten ready for the day. He tried not to think about his fears of being a major disappointment. He went through lessons by Noble tutors but a lot of those lessons escaped him. He had talked himself out of a lot of lessons so he could spend more time fooling around, partying, and finding fun and exotic places to throw parties. His parties that he threw were legendary. If he had any skills he would say he could throw a good party. Although he knew that skill most likely wouldn't help him in his diplomatic meeting with stuffy Krytonians they probably didn't even know what a party was. He was sure they had no idea how to dance.

As he sat down to the breakfast table he was greeted by Lena Luthor his Betrothed.

She gave him a charming fake smile as she always did.

"Good morning Mon-El."

He gave her his equally charming yet fake smile in return.

"Good morning, Lena."

"Did you sleep well?" She asked.

"Of course. And you?" Mon-El asked back to her.

"Of course." She said laying on the politeness thick.

He knew she did not want to be here any more than he wanted her or anyone to be here. He would always do his duty but the thought of marrying someone and swearing his unwavering loyalty and commitment to them scared him to his core. He wasn't sure if he was capable of such commitment. Lena was easy enough on the eyes and she was a strong and fierce woman she knew her way around the court and she knew how to handle herself when speaking to other royals. He wasn't sure if he was up to the task of ever becoming a good king and husband. It was his duty so he would have to get over his hang ups and just fulfill his duty like he was always taught to do.

Kara sat next to her Aunt Astra trying to look as congealed as her. She hoped any of her nervousness did not show. She wanted to display the firm look of a true representative of Krypton. Kara sat with her hands securely placed on the Daxomite royal meeting room table. The table was made of fine marble, a substance that was taken by their mines that grimly reminded Kara were ran by slaves. Her Aunt tilted her head and said, "Do not worry you are going to do great. Simply follow my lead."

"I will. I am not worried." Kara said trying to sound confident.

Then the guards came in announcing the Royal family.

Astra and Kara stood up as they arrived.

The Queen and King stood tall and fierce as they looked around the room. They looked just as self important as she heard of. Their old fashioned royal attire had so much gold lace around the edges and they wore the finest silks. Then behind them stood their son. He walked a few steps behind them with his hands behind his back. To say he was handsome was an understatement. He had chiseled features and some facial hair around his chin. It was customary for Krytonians to remain perfectly groomed and the men always shaved and never wore any facial hair. She had to admit on the Prince it suited him. She shocked herself into thinking so. She knew of Prince Mon-El and of his reputation. He seemed to not take anything serious at all. She was surprised to see him here actually. She has seen holographic images of him mostly of Kryptonian news reels showing how shameful the Daximites and those who represent them act. The holographic images did not do him justice at all. His attire clung to his skin and his muscles were apparent. His blue eyes were intense as he looked around the room and his eyes landed on her and gave her a kurt nod. Kara looked somewhere else immediately and shided herself for playing such close attention to his attractiveness. Her mind needed to be on her job at hand and not on the hedonistic Prince.

Then Queen Rhea spoke and said, "Welcome to Daxom. I trust the travel was not too strenuous."

"Not at all." Astra said.

"Good. This is my son Prince Mon-El and he will be leading negotiations."

Astra said, "I was not aware of that. We have some serious issues to discuss."

"He has been informed of them. Now sit." Queen Rhea commanded trying to act like she was being polite but Kara recognized her demanding tone.

Then Mon-El sat next to his mother. He put hands on the table and then put them by his side and then he put them on the table again. He was nervous she could tell that much. That was encouraging knowing she was not the only one who was nervous. She envied him for a moment in not having to hide how he feels.

"Mon-El will take the proceedings from here." Queen said.

"Right. Yeah. So here we are at this negotiation. Thank you for coming here."

Kara nodded and tried to hide her smile his nervousness was so endearing.

Then she said,"Thank you for having us here."

He stopped and looked at her for a moment and then he continued, "So let's get started with the issues of trade."

Then Ashtra said, "As we have said before we will not trade with Daxomites unless they stop their slave trade."

"Oh yes of course. Well, maybe there is something we can do about that."

Then his Mother looked at him with disappointment.

Then he said, "Oh, well how about we take baby steps into this negotiations maybe there are small things we can do."

"Like what free your slaves?" Kara asked.

Then Rhea said, "We treat them well. We saved them from impoverishment."

"They are not safe if they are not free." Kara said outraged.

"We do things differently here." Rhea said.

Then Astra said, "I thought your son was leading negotiations."

"He is. Continue Mon-El."

"So it is a no go on the trade negotiations than." Mon-El said a little light heartedly. Was he even taking this seriously?

"Why would we want to trade resources that were only made by people you force to work."

"Unlike the Kryptonians who are forced to do the jobs by the machines that tell them what to do."

"Are you saying Krytonians are slaves to machines?"

"You just said that I merely implied it." Mon-El said.

Kara was infuriated.

"That is not true machines help us advance and achieve our greatness."

"Oh a Kryptonian with pride how refreshing." Mon-El said sarcasticly.

Kara's blood boiled this Prince had some nerve. Who did he think he was?

"Well, at least we care about our world."

"Oh is that why you pollute your world so? Daxomites do not use so much machines to pollute our planet."

"Oh yeah, you just use archaic mining and farming systems ran by slaves!" Kara practically yelled.

Astra looked at Kara disappointed.

"Perhaps we should move onto the next issue." Astra said.

"I don't see how. I don't know why you self righteous Kryptonians even bother to show up since you will not compromise on anything. Isn't this a negotiation? Shouldn't we negotiate something?"

"If Daxomites weren't so barbaric maybe we could. But we usually just agree that we can't agree on anything." Kara said straight to the point.

"Oh we're barbaric. Huh. Well at least we aren't so uptight and robotic that we bow our wills to machines."

"We're not uptight!"

Mon-El gave off a sardonic laugh and said, "Yeah, OK whatever you say. I bet you wouldn't even know how to dance if you tried!"

"Dancing please. Kryptonians are excellent dancers we have sophisticated Balls every season."

"Really. Now that is a shocking revelation. I'd have to see it to believe it."

"Yes. Well I bet Kryptonians could show Daxomites a thing or two about dancing."

"Oh really then why don't you? We can have a Ball for Kryptonians and Daxomites and we will show how to dance."

"A Daxomite and Krytonian ball?" Kara asked taken a back.

"Yes why not?"

"Because it has never been doe before."

"What's the matter are you afraid we will see how truly robotic you really are?"

"Please, it's more like you should be afraid of us showing you how dancing is truly done."

"So we are on. You agree to a Daxomite Kryptonian Ball."

"I do. How about we have it at the end of the moons cycle?" Kara suggested.

"We have an agreement." Mon-El said as he took out his hand and Kara shook it.

"We have an agreement." Kara said triumphant.

Then Mon-El slapped his hands together and said, "Fantastic."

Kara smiled pleased with herself.

After Kara and Astra left it hit her like an avalanche. Did she just agree to plan basically a party with the Prince of Daxom? What did she just do?

As they found themselves alone in the transport ship Astra said, "What was that?"

"I'm sorry Aunt Astra. I don't know what happened."

"It was like all of my training meant nothing to you."

"I'm sorry but he..."

"Daxomites are hedonistic barbarians I can expect that kind of behavior from a Daxomite but not from you Kara."

"He brought it out of me."

"You know better. You are supposed to control your emotions and not let thugs like Daxomites get to you."

Kara let out a big deep breath of disappointment in herself.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened? Should I resign."

"No. It was your first time mistakes happen. Now all you need to do is rectify it."

"You must go in front of the Kryptonian Grand Council and plead your case. And ask for them to approve a Kryptonian Daxomite ball."

"What I thought that was a mistake?"

"It was but you made an agreement with Daxomite Royalty. Agreements broken with Royals lead to wars." Astra said.

Kara sunk. How could she mess up so much in one meeting?

"Do not fear my little shooting star. You can do this. Bring it to the council and if they say no it will be off your shoulders."

"But how could they say no if it could lead to war?" Kara asked feeling devastated at the thought.

"That will be up yo them."

Kara shook her head and said, "No I'm just going to have to convince them to agree to it. I will tell them it is in the best for our planet. And maybe it will lead to more ammible negotiations with Daxomites."

"That is a lofty goal. I will support you but you most appeal to them on your own. I cannot help you with this."

"Of course." Kara said feeling the weight of it all but she felt resolved to make the best of this situation she had got Krypton in.

A/N: Thanks for reading let me know what you think.