Alura led the Daxamites into the living room, where Rhea was pleasantly surprised, "This is a wide array of furniture, if I do say so myself."
"Thank you, now shall we have our breakfast? Would you like our traditional Kryptonian breakfast of fried H'Raka meat alongside some Thoni Tea?" Alura said.
"Well, since it is tradition, I suppose I must," sighed Rhea.
"Cook! Please, serve our guests three servings of Kryptonian traditional breskfast," Alura commanded, motioning to the Daxamite Royals, "How was your sleep?"
"The bed was... comfortable," Rhea struggled to find the right word.
"The bed was very uncomfortable! I wanna go home!" came a cry from a young boy, who had started munching on his meal that the Cook, a Brainiac, had just set out for him, "And this tastes bland!"
Alura sighed, as she caught sight of her blond daughter bringing her food back into the kitchen.
"Mon-El! Don't be so rude! The Kryptonians are trying to be nice and make peace with us!" King Lar Gand said, glaring at the small Daxamite prince.
Alura motioned for the girl to go to her as she came out, "We did not get a chance to introduce the rest of my household. You know Zor-El and me, and this," Alura placed her hands on her daughter's shoulder, "is Kara."
Mon-El took no interest in the conversation, but when he saw the beautiful Kryptonian girl who stood in front off him, dressed in white, he held out his now-empty plate, saying, "Here, maid! Take my dishes to be washed!"
Kara glared at him, making a face. Mon-El noticed, and whined, "Mommy! The maid is being rude to me!" Then he turned to Alura, "You should fire her!"
"Mon-El!" both his parents glared at him.
"Kara, would you mind bringing Prince Mon-El to your playroom or somewhere else?" Alura said to Kara, who was not pleased with the young boy's behaviour.
"Of course, Mother..." Kara eyeballed Mon-El, who now had a shocked expression on his face. He turned to Alura, "You should be ashamed of yourself! Why would you make your child wear white?"
Alura was stunned, but Queen Rhea broke the silence, "Oh, pay him no mind. He thinks everywhere is like Daxam. The maids and servants wear white and the disowned family members wear white with the family's coat-of-arms, like Kara's dress."
Kara was dazed, unsure of what to say. Alura gently pushed the boy forward, "Kara. The Prince."
As Kara walked away, Mon-El on her trail, Alura continued, "Now then, let's get introductions out of the way first, shall we?"
The spoiled young prince followed the polite blond girl as she maneuvered her way around the huge mansion, his arms tightly folded across his chest. First, she walked into a room where it was filled with toys that were not suitable for children their age to play. Mon-El wanted to laugh at the Kryptonian girl when he caught sight of a baby boy at the side, clothed in red.
"Uh, Prince of Daxam," Kara addressed him using his title, "this is my cousin, Kal-El. He is the son of my uncle, Jor-El, brother to my Father."
Just then, someone walked into the room, asking for permission to enter upon seeing the two young guests inside, before hurrying in to carry the baby away.
"Wasn't that your mother?" Mon-El asked when she was out of the room.
"No, that was my Aunt Astra. She and my mother are twins, and she is married to Non of House Zod," Kara explained impatiently, although she tried to hide it and kept a straight face. Mon-El admired the beautiful girl's ability of restraint, as he knew he could not control himself well, "Where to next?"
"My playroom next, I guess," Kara opened the doors again, "After you, Prince of Daxam."
He was getting tired of the amazing girl showing him an attitude, and using his formal title. He looked at Kara, "Mon-El is fine. Not everyone gets to call me by my name, but I'll make an exception... for you..."
"Ummm, okay then. Mon-El. Are you going to go out?" Kara signalled to the open door.
Mon-El snapped out of his daze before realising he was blushing slightly. The sight of the Kryptonian princess just made his heart flutter. She was perfect, more perfect than any of the girls he had met on Daxam.
Kara checked the time, "Oh, shoot! It's time for our daily Thanksgiving to the Gods!"
"Like Rao, the Sun God?" Mon-El asked.
"You only know Rao? Not surprised. We have many Gods and Goddesses. Hurry up!" Kara rushed out the door, which started to close behind her. Mon-El barely managed to slip through the doors before he chased Kara down.
"A ray of sunshine for Rao, a chill of cold wind for Cythonna, a slit of moonlight for Yuda, a piece of rock for Mordo and a beautiful daughter for Lorra," the Kryptonians, who were on their knees, chanted. The Daxamites stood closely behind them.
After the Ritual was over, Mon-El walked over to Kara, saying, "That's your Thanksgiving? We only have one God..."
Mon-El trailed off, face changing to a confused expression. Kara giggled, "Sard?" Mon-El's eyes widened, "How could I forget? Sard!" Kara giggled again. Oh, her laughter sounded like music in his ears. Wait. He'd read about this in books; heart fluttering, blushing, in a daze, stammering slightly or trailing off and "music in his ears"? No way! Did he... have a crush on a Kryptonian? It was against the rules! He couldn't like a Kryptonian!
Kara felt that the boy was strange, in a good way. He was handsome, but rude. Smart, but bossy. Traits she liked about him did not equal to the traits she disliked about the 13-year-old in front of her. He was acting weird, even for a Daxamite. She had seen a few Daxamites before, when she went on trips with her parents, but none acted as this boy did. Maybe it was something to do with Daxamite royalty?
"Anyway, let's continue! To my playroom!" Kara dashed ahead, leaving the boy racing after her.
As the door opened, the first thing Mon-El noticed were the bookshelves that lined the room. There was also a small screen in the room, which was not active at the moment. There were only two hotboxes, each only half-filled with toys.
"Welcome to my world," Kara said, "this is where I come for my enjoyment and entertainment."
To her horror, the Daxamite prince fell to the floor, clutching his stomach. She bent over, worried and frightened, but as she turned him over off his side, she discovered, much to her annoyance, that he was shrieking laughter.
"Stop! What's so funny?" Kara sent him a death glare. That's so cute, Mon-El thought, before reaching over to pinch her cheek, "You're cute when you're mad..."
Before he could finish, Kara had grabbed his hand in midair and turned it an awkward angle, growling, "Don't touch girls, you fool."
Her eyes were filled with anger, her eyebrows arched unnaturally downwards. Then, her expression changed, as her face went back to its neutral state. Her arms loosened, dropping back to her sides.
"Sorry," Kara murmured, head tilted towards the ground, "That was my bad."
Before Mon-El could open his mouth, she added defensively, "But you should keep your hands to yourself."
Mon-El rubbed his sore elbow, "You're strong... for a girl."
Kara frowned at him, "Sorry. Back on Daxam, girls were the lesser sex." Kara sent him another death glare, and he quickly amended, "But on Krypton, it seems like the females rule."
Kara giggled, the melodious sound of her voice rang in Mon-El's ears again, "Actually, on Krypton, we don't 'rule'. We live in equality, male and female."
"Your parents taught you that?" Mon-El asked, "Mine told me that Kryptonians are snobs."
"Well, mine taught me that Daxamites and Kryptonians used to live in peace, until a Daxamite called Krypton out for "acting smart", " Kara said, her hands by her head to show the air quotes.
Mon-El frowned. "What else did your parents teach you?"
"That Daxam is a planet of partiers," Kara smirked. Mon-El's frown deepened even more. He loved his planet and all the parties they organised.
"Don't worry though," Kara said, "That's all my parents taught me. Most of them I learnt in school."
Mon-El stared at her, an evident look of confusion was drawn all over his face, "You're in a public school?"
Kara returned the look to him, "Yes, aren't you?"
Mon-El shook his head, "Mommy says all royalty are home-schooled or sent to a private school."
"I'm not royalty," Kara shook her head, trying to clarify his doubts.
"But... I thought your mother is the ruler of Krypton," the young boy questioned.
"She is the leader of Krypton, not its ruler," Kara explained, annoyance evident in her voice once more.
"Well, my parents said that Krypton is a planet of snobs, and started the fight by pointing fingers at us, complaining that our parties were too loud," Mon-El snapped, "No wonder you are not royalty. You just have leaders. You're not a princess like I thought. You. Are. Pathetic."
Tears welled up in Kara's eyes as she dashed away. Towards the end of the hallway. Her footsteps, and even her sobs echoed down the hallway as tears streamed down her cheeks. She cast the Prince of Daxam another death glare, as Mon-El noticed that streaks of tears flowed off her cheeks onto her beautiful white dress, turning it into a light shade of grey. She turned the corner, not looking at him anymore. Mon-El felt a wave of guilt wash over him as she stared down the hallway that his Kryptonian princess just ran out of. He hated the sound of her sobs and knew he would regret that moment for the rest of his life. The footsteps of Kara's shoes knocking against the concrete ground echoed away in his chest.
That was when Mon-El made a decision. One that could get him arrested on Krypton for.
He quietly chased after the beautiful Kara Zor-El.