Author: Ashley

Title: Contractually Yours

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 2/?

Pairing: Mon-El and Kara Danvers (Zor-El)

Word Count: 3,048

Summary: Long ago, the Daxamites chased the Kryptonians off of their shared world. They were forced to live on a nearby moon. That Kryptonian moon is now running out of resources, while the Daxamites' planet is becoming a wasteland. The Royal Families have decided to come together in a truce to help everyone live better lives; a truce made with a signed contract involving their children; a contract that the children have no say in. Arranged Marriage Karamel AU.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supergirl, DC Comics or anything related to such things. The ideas, dialogue and plot points of this AU were inspired by the show, but they are my own. Plagiarism isn't nice. Please don't steal my ideas.

A/N: Welcome back! I'm so happy to see that so many of you are as excited about this idea as I am. On to Chapter Two!

Chapter Two: Agreements Among Enemies

Day One

Princess Kara Zor-El of Krypton sighed heavily to herself, her shoulders lifting and dropping dramatically as she did. She stood in the centre of her walk-in closet, eyes jumping back and forth between two poufy dresses sitting on hangers propped up on the closet wall. Blue or pink. Blue or pink. Decisions, decisions.

She stepped closer to the pink: a pale shade, the skirt flouncing out with layers upon layers of fluffy pink material that would reach her knees. The fluffy skirt was attached to a strapless beaded corset that was now beginning to become more and more obnoxious the longer she stared at it.

Her eyes bounced over to the blue; a royal blue. That was fitting right? Royal blue. She was a member of the Royal Family after all. The bodice was similar to the pink; less beaded detailing with thin shoulder straps and a lot less layers of fluff in the skirt that would reach just above her knees.

Blue, she finally decided.

She pulled the dress from the hanger and held it up in front of herself. The House of El crest sat proudly across the middle. Proudly, but not absurdly. It wasn't too flashy or too formal; just formal enough for today's occasion.

Today was her twenty-fifth birthday.

There would be no party; no celebration other than the usual extravagant dinner with her parents. Well, also with the addition of a formal announcement to the people of their planet regarding the occasion. It was nothing new; the same ritual happened every year. She was fine with that of course. She didn't really know what a real "celebration" consisted of anyway. They didn't actually have any of them on Krypton. She'd only ever heard the stories from the elders about celebrations back during life on Minerva before their people were forced to leave.

Forced to leave by the Daxamites.

She hadn't even repeated the name aloud, but she could feel the sting; the acidic burning on her tongue at having to even just think about those selfish, immoral beings that her people were once forced to live alongside. She shook her head forcefully. No, not today. She would not let those monsters into her thoughts on today of all days. Today was her day.

She finally stepped into the blue dress, slid it up her form and secured the straps on her shoulders. Her fingers tugged the zipper up the side of her body, the bodice tightening almost uncomfortably, the boning of the corset stabbing at her underarm and hip awkwardly. She could swear that the dress had fit better in the store when she and Alex were picking it out. Regardless, she assumed that she could put up with it for a few hours. It was only for one day anyway.

She walked toward her full length mirror and stared back at her reflection. She tucked some of her delicately curled blonde hair behind her ear (it took her forever to curl it herself) as she focused on her own eyes staring back at her from the glass. She smiled, her toothy grin reflecting back at her to remind herself that she didn't need a celebration today. She was happy with her life and what she had on Krypton. She didn't feel like she was missing out on anything at all.

Kara didn't know much about life on Minerva. Her parents never spoke much of it, they having never lived there themselves to begin with. Like herself, they were both born on Krypton; her father having been the only son of the previous Royal Family. Krypton had just found its footing before Zor-El had been born and he'd only known the life that Krypton had offered. Alura was born soon after he was, the two of them meeting when they had reached secondary school on the planet, a tight friendship being established between the two of them as they grew into adulthood.

Zor-El had gone to the planet's sole university and studied Kryptonian science while Alura focused on studying Kryptonian law. It wasn't until Zor-El was twenty-five and leaving university that he'd finally pursued Alura. His parents had welcomed the Kryptonian into their Royal home and were pleased when they'd finally married.

Kara had never met her Royal grandparents; the invasion that had forced their people onto the moon they now called Krypton was hard on them. The stress of having to lead their broken people into forming a new planet was a lot to take on and they had passed before Kara was born. She'd never met her mother's parents. They had really just faded into the distance before they too had passed away; they not having been pleased with Alura marrying into the Royal Family; the Royal Family that failed to protect their people from the Daxamites.

After all that, Kara knew that she had to help her parents take care of Krypton and their people. She knew they were facing hard times. Even after such a short period of time on the moon, they were running out of resources and were struggling to find ways to sustain their lives on this small moon. She knew she had to do whatever she could to help them. That's why she'd chosen to remain at home, living in the Royal Palace instead of going off on her own. She hadn't even attended university; choosing to be tutored by her parents instead. That way she could focus more on their planet and rebuilding what the Daxamites stole from them; could focus on trying to make their people's lives the best they could be.

Kara continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror. Her hands smoothed out the blue dress, its bodice wrapped tightly around her form. She was happy. She had nothing to complain about. She had a family that loved her. A best friend who completely understood her. People that respected her. A beautiful home filled with entertainment, books, clothing, anything her heart could desire.

Right here, she had everything she needed.

Prince Mon-El of Daxam groaned as the light of the red sun streamed through the space between the curtains of his bedroom window, the rays shining right in his face. Morning already? His eyes fluttered open as he briefly took in his surroundings before he immediately slammed them shut. He groaned again, louder this time. Rao, he had a headache and his brain felt fuzzy inside his skull. He huffed loudly as he tried to sit up. Tried being the operative word.

An arm was draped across his naked torso, fingernails nearly digging into the skin at his side and holding him in place on the mattress. His own arm was wrapped around the woman in his bed while they had slept, his fingers somehow managing to get caught in her brunette tresses that cascaded longer than halfway down her back.

His free hand moved upward and landed on his forehead, fingers pressing harshly into his own skin. His head was pounding; an incessant hammering inside his brain telling him that he should have drank less last night, or at least slept a little later into the morning than he already had. He moved with purpose and finally succeeded in sitting upright and fully opening his eyes, the unknown woman next to him whining as she shifted into a new position with her back to him. Both of his hands rubbed at his eyes as he urged himself into consciousness and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, feet hitting the floor as he tried to stand up.

He exhaled heavily. Whew, it was going to be a rough morning. He was twenty-eight and a Daxamite for Rao's sake. He should know how to hold his liquor by now. He took a few steps forward before being overcome by a dizzy spell. Maybe holding his liquor wasn't the problem. Next day recovery seemed to be the hard part.

He grabbed at his pants from last night lying on the floor near his bed and pulled them on. He moved toward the window; his hands noisily pushing it open, the panes swinging outward as a soft breeze blew into his bedroom. He looked out at the recently abandoned building closest to the Royal Palace. Frankly, this part of the city was turning into a shithole too and he was sick of having to look at it every day.

He heard the woman in his bed groan and shift, her clearly naked body suddenly moving into an upright position as she called out to him. "My Prince…"

He turned to look back at her. She lifted a hand in the air, her finger pointing outward and at him before curling backward toward herself. She had a grin on her face that told him exactly what she was calling him back to bed for.

He sighed heavily. "I feel like shit Layla-"

"It's Leia," she frowned.

"Whatever. Same thing. You're gonna have to go."

She pouted at him before crawling onto her hands and knees, moving toward the edge of the bed closest to him. "But," she started to whine at him.

"Rao, just get out of my bed and go home," he groaned, his hands cupping his forehead as he pressed against his skull, wishing he could relieve the pressure on his brain.

Leia huffed loudly before standing and proceeding to find her clothes from their place on his bedroom floor and pull them on. "You don't have to be a dick about it," she mumbled under her breath.

"Excuse me?" he said, turning toward her, his hands dropping from his forehead. "Is that how you talk to the Prince of Daxam?"

Her eyes widened quickly before shrinking into tiny, glaring slits. "No, my Prince. I apologize. That was erroneous of me. Please forgive me for my wrongdoing."

"Now leave," he demanded and Leia quickly moved out of the room, closing the door gently behind herself before he could hear her feet racing down the hallway of the Palace.

He sighed. He was so sick of the types of women who came in droves to parties and clubs and threw themselves at him. Sure, the sex was fun, the drinking was great, the parties were crazy, but them acting like he owed them anything? Them acting like he was equal to them? Ridiculous. He was the Prince of Daxam and he should always be treated as such.

His eyes moved down to his watch sitting on his bedside table. 11:37am. It was getting late. He'd better get downstairs and have breakfast before he had to hear his mother complain to him about his tardiness. She was good at criticizing and he'd rather not have to listen to that with this headache. He raced through a shower, standing under the water's spray for mere minutes before throwing on some fresh clothes and heading out to the Dining Hall.

King Zor-El took a sip from his mug as he continued to stare at his wife across the breakfast table.

"So?" she asked him, her voice hesitant. "What'd you think?"

"I think that out of all the things we've ever had to convince Kara to do, this is going to be the absolute hardest," Zor-El sighed as he picked up the pen Alura had placed on the table in front of him.

"I know. Believe me, I know. But what else can we do?" He watched as her face fell into her hands.

"We can think of another option. Find a solution that works for us all," he said plainly, but he had no further options or solutions to provide her with. They'd been running in circles trying to figure out another way to make this happen.

"Zor-El, we have to do this. We're out of options. Our planet is falling apart. Our people are suffering here."

"Suffering might be a strong word…" he said as he twirled the pen between his fingers, clearly trying to avoid the inevitable for a little while longer.

"This moon is small, Zor-El. It's not a planet; we can't keep living here with our resources running out like this. We're falling apart. We didn't choose this for our people; we're making good with what we have available to us, but this," she tapped her finger on the stack of papers in front of him, "this will get us out of here. Our people are unhappy. How can we call ourselves good rulers or a suitable Royal Family if we can't even keep our people happy? What would we be then?"

He picked up his mug again, taking another sip as his eyes left his wife's. "The Daxamites are able to have slavery and endless parties where each and every one of them manages to be completely inebriated beyond lucidity and we're ruling the planet without happiness?"

"Zor-El," she sighed, "we need to fix this. We need to mend fences," Alura stated firmly. "You and I…we both know that this is the only way. Kara will, too. She's a smart girl. She'll understand."

"This is our daughter we're talking about here, Alura. She's too old for us to be making decisions like this for her."

"She'll make the same decision."

"Don't pretend that this was your idea," he shook his head as he stared down at the papers in front of him.

"I know that Rhea approached us…"

"You," he corrected as his eyes flicked back to hers again. "Rhea approached you because she knew you were an easy target."

"She approached me because she knows I studied Kryptonian law."

"Kryptonian law and Daxamite law are two very different things, Alura," Zor-El clicked his tongue at her. "She knows about our situation here. She knows we need a way out and she drew up this contract to make sure that they win in the end."

"Zor-El, we all win."

"All of us except Kara."

Alura sighed heavily. "Our races have done it before. We've managed to exist on the same planet for hundreds of years; sharing space and maintaining civility. We can do it again. The contract will just help things to move along faster. It'll help our people. If the Royal Families can agree, they'll see that they can, too."

"And Kara…" he prodded.

"She'll be okay. Maybe this will be good for her? We don't know the boy yet. Maybe he could be the best thing for her."

"Or the worst possible thing for her…"

Alura nodded at the papers in front of her husband with a small crack of a smile. He sighed before putting his pen to paper, adding his signature on the line across from his wife's on both copies of the documents. When he put his pen down, Alura picked up the stack of papers before moving to the machine placed in the corner of their sitting room. She moved to push the pages into the slot, the invention taking the documents and sending them through the transmatter portal and directly to a similar machine sitting in the Daxamite Royal Family's Palace.

"You're going to have to convince Kara," Zor-El stated firmly.

"That's the point of the contract…we don't have to convince her. It takes effect with the signatures of the parents. Kara's signature is only required in showing that she understands the terms therein. It's already binding. We just have to deliver the news to her and wait for the call."

A loud chime echoed through one of the sitting rooms of the Palace belonging to the Royal Family of Daxam and Queen Rhea jumped up from her chair excitedly.

"That's it!" she ran toward the machine at the edge of the room that had made the sound.

"That's what?" Lar Gand questioned in return, his eyes drifting up from his screen where he flipped through the morning news.

"The documents! Those Kryptonians actually did it. They signed the documents!" She couldn't contain herself; she was nearly jumping around on the spot.

"Rhea, you haven't even seen the documents. How do you know they've signed them?"

"Lar Gand, of course, they've signed them. Allowing the Kryptonians to come back to Daxam? That's all they could ever want."

"The way that those people feel about us, the way your parents treated them and forced them away…I don't know why you'd ever expect them to want to return to Daxam."

Rhea pulled the stack of papers from the portal and flipped quickly to the last page.

"Ah ha!" She exclaimed, her finger pointing at the lower half of the last page. "Four signatures, Lar Gand. Four signatures."

Her husband cocked an eyebrow at her. "Four signatures? Their daughter hasn't yet signed?"

"She didn't need to. As agreed in Section I, four signatures…the signatures of all parents binds the contract. Her signature and Mon-El's…they're just a formality. As proof that they've read and understood the terms of the contract; that they understand what is expected of them in this deal. Just as we have promised something, so have the Kryptonians and so now have the children."

"That's just it, Rhea. They're not children. Mon-El is a grown man. He makes his own decisions. How do you expect him to go along with this?"

"He doesn't get a choice," she stated plainly. "We've made the choice for him. And if he wants to continue living under our roof, living with the benefits that being a part of this Royal Family brings, he's going to sign the contract when and where we tell him to sign. Besides, this happens on our planet all the time. You know that. This will be no different for him than what he would likely have experienced in a few years' time anyway."

"Yes, but this Kryptonian girl…surely he'll have a problem with that part of the equation."

"Like I said…he doesn't get a choice in the matter."

"And what makes you think that the Kryptonian girl is going to sign?"

"Formality, Lar Gand," Rhea emphasized. "Merely a formality."

"Okay, but how do you know that this girl," his eyes looked down at the contract in her hands, "is going to follow the terms as outlined?"

"She'll do it. There are consequences for her people if she doesn't."

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