Author: Ashley

Title: Contractually Yours

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 3/?

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

Word Count: 1,727

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: Hi everyone!

(Unfortunately) Just a short update for you guys today. We're still just setting up the scene, so future chapters will be like twice as long, I promise.

I hope you're all enjoying this one. It's gonna be a bit of a rollercoaster for these two, so enjoy the ride!

Chapter Three: Birthdays and Business Meetings

Day One (Continued)

Kara moved quietly into the dining room, her skirt flouncing about as a grin spread onto her face.

"Good morning, my beloved father," she kissed Zor-El on the cheek before moving to the other side of the table. "And my treasured mother." She followed it with another kiss, this time to her mother's cheek.

Zor-El cleared his throat awkwardly as his eyebrows lifted high on his forehead.

Kara's eyebrows crinkled. "What?"

"Nothing," she shook her head after glaring across the table. "Happy Birthday my sweet girl," she smiled at her daughter. "That's a beautiful dress. I don't think I've seen you wear it before?"

Kara shook her head. "Alex took me shopping last weekend and she bought it as my birthday gift…then we got our family crest embroidered in the centre."

"I thought she bought you that fluffy pink one?" her mother cocked an eyebrow.

Kara smiled sheepishly. "She did. She bought me two. She said I'd have something for my next special occasion, too."

"It must be nice to have such a generous best friend, Kara," her father piped up from across the table. "I hope you thanked her."

"I owe her the same treatment on her birthday," she laughed. "I've already promised."

"Well," her mother sighed. "You may want to take it off after the Royal Birthday Announcement. We have some…business to attend to and I think this dress might be a little too extravagant."

"Business?" Kara questioned. "What sort of business and why must I attend?"

"Well, you are a member of the Royal Family," Zor-El stated. "Aren't you?"

Kara nodded, "Yes, but-"

"So then you're a part of Royal Business," Alura finished. "Besides, it's a bit of a family trip."

"Family trip?" Kara questioned, now more confused than ever. "Where are we going?"

"Off world," her mother stated simply.

Kara's eyebrows crinkled, "Off world?"

"Daxam," Zor-El announced, a challenge in his voice directed straight at Alura. Try to explain that one! he dared with his gaze.

"Daxam?!" Kara nearly shouted. "Why?"

"Business to attend to," Alura repeated.

"With the Daxamites? What business could we possibly have with the Daxamites…of all people in this universe?"

Zor-El hid his grin from the girls with his mug. He knew this wasn't going to be as easy as Alura thought it would be.

"We're working on mending fences, Kara. Us three and them three. The King, Queen and their son." She held out her hand next to her. "Sit for a minute, sweetheart."

Kara huffed as she plopped down in the chair next to her mother.

"When you look around outside, you can tell our resources are running low. This moon is too small, too worn down to act like a planet for us anymore. We can't all keep living here like this. We have to look into other ways to survive."

"And you think the Daxamites will help with that?" She scoffed as she looked to her father, whose eyes flicked away and back at Alura. "They wanted us killed. Why would they help us survive now?"

"We already have a proposal-"

Zor-El coughed loudly, choking on a sip of his drink.

"-a contract," Alura corrected subtly.

"Father, are you okay?" Kara asked concerned, her eyes growing wide.

"Fine, sweetheart. Listen to your mother…" he urged as he composed himself.

"We have a contract in place," Alura continued. "Your father and I have already signed, as have the Daxamite King and Queen. We must travel to Daxam so that you can sign…as well as their son."

"Why can't they come here?" Kara asked, crossing her arms on the table in front of her.

"The contract was binding once your father and I signed. We had to send the documents back to Daxam through the portal before the Daxamites would agree to meeting in person. They wanted to be sure that we were serious about the contract."

Kara sighed loudly, obnoxiously and Alura returned the noise; suddenly frustrated.

"Please, Kara. Just do as you're told."

Kara piped down and nodded at her mother. "Well, I guess we should make the announcement and get going then."

Alura's heart started to pound in her chest as it suddenly hit her. They had to follow all the terms of the contract. Her eyes flicked to her husband and she could see it in his eyes that he had just fully realized it as well. The sooner they left, the sooner they would lose their daughter.

Kara stood when nobody seemed to have anything more to say. "Well, how long are we going to have to be stuck on that god forsaken planet?" Her eyes were wide and worried. In any other situation, her parents might have laughed at her reaction.

"We're not sure yet, Kara," Alura sighed. "We don't know how long we might be stuck there. Just expect to lose most of the day."

Kara's jaw dropped dramatically. "But today's my birthday. What about dinner?"

"There will be other birthdays, Kara…other dinners…" Zor-El said quietly from his seat.

Kara nodded slightly before her gaze drifted to the doorway as Kelex came floating into the room.

"Good morning, Princess Kara. Happy Birthday," Kelex spoke before stopping mid-air a few feet away from her.

She smiled at the robot. "Good morning, Kelex, and thank you."

"Your Majesties, the crowd has gathered at the balcony door and they are ready for the annual Birthday Announcement for Princess Kara."

"Thank you, Kelex," Alura said as she stood from the table. "Let's get going Kara. We shouldn't keep our people waiting. We'll have a late breakfast afterwards and we'll likely have to head right over to Daxam."

Kara stood and straightened out her skirt. "How do I look?" she asked her parents as they moved toward her.

"Like our beautiful Princess," Zor-El smiled before wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Morning," Mon-El grunted as he stumbled into the Dining Hall. He plopped down into his usual chair, breakfast already laid out and waiting for him. The other place settings had already been used and cleared, he obviously being the last of the family to come down for breakfast.

"Shall we have the servants bring your lunch immediately after, son?" Lar Gand griped.

Mon-El rolled his eyes. "It's still before noon, Father. And I'll have you know I was up late into the night."

Lar Gand rolled his own eyes. "Yes, we're all well aware of that," he said, obviously having unfortunately been privy to what his son had been up to all night. "Your mother has some documents for you to sign," he said nonchalantly, as if the whole arrangement was nothing to be too concerned about.

"Documents?" he questioned as he looked over to Rhea. She placed the documents in front of Mon-El. "You're not to sign them yet," she instructed. "But it would be best that you review the terms before the Royal Family gets here."

Mon-El furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm hungover, so I'm probably not processing this right, but I'm pretty sure that we're the Royal Family."

"The Kryptonian Royal Family," Rhea clarified.

He laughed, his eyes jumping back and forth between his parents. "Kryptonians? What the hell do we want with them?"

"Read the contract," his father said simply. "I'll call and inform them that we're ready to proceed." Rhea nodded at him as he left the room.

Mon-El eyed the stack of papers in front of him. The words spanned across the middle of the cover page.

Contract of Marriage.

His eyes widened. "Who's getting married?" he laughed as he flipped to the second page.

Section 1: Introduction

I.This agreement is entered into by Prince Mon-El Gand of Daxam (herein "Prince Mon-El") and Princess Kara Zor-El of Krypton (herein "Princess Kara"):

Mon-El stood abruptly, his chair sliding backwards and nearly falling to the floor. "Me? Is this some kind of joke?" His voice was loud as he asked, disbelief obvious in his tone. When his mother remained silent, "I can assure you that there's no way in hell I'm getting married. And definitely not to some Kryptonian girl!"

"You don't have a choice, Mon-El. We're not asking you. This agreement has already been bound. You're required to follow through with the promises we've made."

"We've not made any promises. You've gone off and decided for yourselves!" he shouted as he shoved at the papers. They slid along the table toward Rhea and she shoved them right back toward him as Lar Gand returned.

"That's exactly what we've gone and done," he spoke as he held the holographic calling device in his hands. He sat down at the table and placed the device in front of himself. He put in the off world request, the call going through, a hologram of Zor-El appearing in front of them.

"We're ready," he said simply to the figure that appeared.

"We are not ready!" Mon-El shouted angrily, but his father ignored him.

"We will arrive in two hours' time," Zor-El responded before the call quickly went dead.

"This is insane. You two," he pointed at his parents, "are insane. I'm not signing this ridiculous thing," he shook his head, almost violently as he took a few steps backwards.

"Oh, sweetheart," Rhea grinned, but her voice was anything but motherly. "I don't care if you sign it or not. I'll forge your signature on that line if I have to. Besides, every arranged marriage on this planet is beneficial to both sides. This is no different."

He laughed loudly. "Yeah, well this…" his eyes drifted back down to the pages in front of him, "Kara girl is sure as hell not going to sign this! I'm a Daxamite. She'd never sign this!"

"Formality," Lar Gand stated, repeating his wife's words from earlier.

"The contract is already binding and in effect, Mon-El. See Section I, Paragraph III." Rhea was smiling at him and he was ready to throw those damn papers right in her face.

"Son, if you're not going to eat your breakfast, take those papers with you and prepare yourself for the Kryptonians' arrival."

Mon-El angrily swiped the papers off the table. "You always have these plans that you set up, but this will never work. This is going to blow up in your faces." He turned to leave the room before calling out, "Just watch."

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