Author: Ashley

Title: Contractually Yours

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 6/?

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

Word Count: 5,741

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 all!

Like probably quite a number of you, I'm still REEEEEELING from the latest melwood announcement, so I hope I didn't miss any typos, etc. in my read through of this chapter before posting. I really enjoy this chapter. I hope you guys love it, too!

Thanks for continuing to come back to read my work. You all help put such a smile on my face and such love in my heart.

(Note: I realize that Day One probably seems a thousand years long at this point, but I swear, we'll move on to a new day soon!)

Chapter Six: Partying With a Daxamite Prince

Day One (Continued)

Her eyes floated along the five dresses hanging on the rack in her tiny closet-bedroom. Tiny for a bedroom, but huge for a closet. She wondered where the dresses had come from. Had they cleared out Mon-El's clothing and just left whatever was meant for a woman? She'd heard the rumours of the Daxamite Prince; about his promiscuity. Were these the dresses of his past conquests? Had they somehow left their clothes during their escape from the Palace the next morning? She cringed. With the possibility of that, she wasn't sure if she even wanted to try any of them on.

They looked to all be the same size; her size. Maybe his parents and her parents discussed something like this; providing her clothes while she was here. They were much too sparkly and "out there" to be her normal expected attire for daily life in the Palace on Krypton. And they definitely didn't have her family's crest sewn into them like she would have preferred.

Mon-El dressed modestly; more so than his parents, however, who had seemed to be in formal Daxamite attire during the contract signing. She looked down at the outfit she was wearing. Snug black dress pants, her shirt tucked in at the waist. A modest blouse made of the finest of Kryptonian materials (not that they had many of those left on their planet). She looked presentable for a Royal Business Transaction. But was this not acceptable for going to a club?

"Are you ready yet?" Mon-El's voice came through the closed door to her room.

"I can't decide what to wear…" she shouted back.

"Are you naked?" he asked.

"No," she stated, her eyebrows furrowed together.

"Too bad," he sighed, the door suddenly swinging open as he walked in and right up to the clothing rack she was standing in front of. She took in his own outfit; all black, his pants of a denim looking material that she envied. They rarely, if ever, saw that material on Krypton anymore. His shirt had a deeper v-neckline that showed just a hint of his obviously muscular chest. Definitely not Daxamite formal wear. He pulled a hanger off the rack, a sparkling gold dress; far tighter and flashier than she would normally ever consider.

"Put this on, leave your hair down and put on those heeled shoes," he nodded at her feet. A pair of strappy golden, thin high heeled shoes sat neatly on the shelf lining the bottom of the rack.

"Gold?" she questioned, her nose crinkling as she accepted the hanger from him. "Where are the sleeves?"

"You'll look great," he insisted nonchalantly. "Put it on and meet me downstairs in ten minutes," he stated before leaving the room, shutting the door behind himself.

She sighed as she looked at the dress he'd put into her hands. She slipped the thin straps from the hanger and proceeded to change into the dress. She eyed the shoes a little longer before deciding against them. She never wore heels that thin on Krypton; only on very special occasions. She was already on an unknown world; she didn't need to be tripping and falling all over herself in public. None of the other shoes had a thick enough heel for her liking, so she slid on a flat pair of shoes and looked herself over in the mirror. She didn't really own anything here, so she moved into the en suite bathroom he'd told her about. Sure enough there looked to be a fresh set of toiletries sitting on the counter; feminine enough that she could safely assume that they were for her. She freshened up and hesitantly wandered around the upstairs looking for the staircase before finally managing to get down to the front door.

"It's her birthday, Mother," she heard Mon-El say, his voice tinged with frustration. She stopped in her tracks, standing still on the bottom step of the staircase as she listened in on their conversation.

"And?" Rhea returned. "I told you that you were not to leave the Palace grounds tonight."

"And you know Kryptonians," he shrugged. "The girl doesn't even know what a party is. We'll go dancing and drinking for a bit and we'll be home in a few hours."

"You're missing the first family dinner with all four of us together," Lar Gand jumped in.

"Father, we're going to be wed. That's a lifetime of boring family meals to attend. We can miss one for the girl's first birthday with us."

"Make sure she eats at some point. Don't have her drinking too much either. We need her healthy and strong to conceive the heir."

Kara shivered, her mind reeling at the thought of having to rush home to sleep with a man, whom she'd just met, with the intentions of creating a child.

"Ugh," Mon-El huffed. "We're not hurrying home to have sex tonight, Mother. Give me a break. Back off."

She let out the breath she was holding. At least he seemed to be somewhat on her side…

Mon-El walked toward the front door and saw Kara standing on the stairs. "There you are. Let's go," he urged, opening the door. She hurried through it and onto the stoop of the home without a single glance at his parents.

"You're not wearing the shoes I told you to," he said as soon as the door was shut behind them.

"I didn't want to. I'm not very good at walking in them," she justified. "I don't have much practice-"

"Whatever," he cut her off. "Your feet, not mine."

He handed her a small communication device. "We're taking a car. We have drivers. You can press 3-4-4 on that device to call one of them if you're ready to leave the club before I am. They'll pick you up and take you home."

She eyed the device in her palm before slipping it into the small handbag that she'd also found in her bedroom upstairs.

"If you'd prefer to travel alone, we also have pods in the back of the Palace for faster, solo travel. I wouldn't recommend going far in them though. The Daxamite pods are different than the Kryptonian ones. They might be confusing for you. Until you get used to them at least."

A car stopped at the front gate at the end of the path, hovering a few feet in the air before slowly beginning to sink to the road beneath.

"Hurry up," he urged. "My parents are having a fit that we're going out so I should probably get you home in a few hours."

She nodded as she moved to get into the car as it lowered completely to the ground. She kept in mind the shortness of her dress as she tried to gracefully get in and settled, but he was quick on her tail, nearly pushing her inside the back of the vehicle.

He nearly shouted the destination at the driver and the car took off before she could even strap herself in. He watched as she looked around the back seat.

"You don't need a belt," he stated.

"I'd prefer one," she returned as she continued to look. "Your driver is going awfully fast."

He rolled his eyes at her before reaching over her form, his hand moving around her lower back over to her thigh. She sat up straight in her seat, her eyes widening at the boldness of his hands. "I-" she started, about to tell him it was fine, she'd just hold on to the door or something, when he found the end of the belt, pulling it outwards and grabbing her hand, putting one in the other and allowing her to buckle it herself.

She clipped the belt and faced forward once again. He was annoyed by her shuffling for her belt, but he was the one who was fidgeting. His knee was bouncing up and down as he watched the buildings fly by outside his window. His hands were tapping on his thighs and he looked bothered about something. Did he not want to actually go out and celebrate with her? Did his parents really get to him that much?

Parents. Kara missed her parents. She knew it had only been a few hours, but she missed them terribly. She didn't know when they were returning. Hopefully soon if they were bringing her stuff for her. She knew they said they'd send Alex, but she hoped they would come with her. She was still angry with them, but she could use a hug and some friendly faces…even if they were the ones who abandoned her here.

She was lost in her thoughts for the majority of the ride, the car all of a sudden ending up parked in front of a building that didn't really look all that inviting. Most of the buildings in Daxam looked that way. It was clear that their construction skills needed work. She could hear music coming from inside the building; a hard beat with no voices singing along to the music. This was a club?

She felt her seatbelt flying off of her, Mon-El's hand having clicked the button for its release without her noticing. His hand grabbed at hers, tugging it from her thigh and into his hold. "Let's go," he said simply and she nodded at him as she followed him out.

They stepped out of the car, Mon-El telling the driver that they'd call again when they were ready to return to the palace. The driver nodded with a, "Yes, my Prince," before speeding away.

"So what do we do here? At a club?" Kara asked as he pushed her in front of himself, his hands resting on her waist as they moved toward the front door.

"We dance. We drink alcohol. We make friends."

"Make friends?" she asked, her eyes suddenly worried. "Mon-El, I'm Kryptonian. The contract…this arrangement hasn't even been announced yet. I don't think it will go over well if I started telling people I'm Kryptonian."

He shrugged. "Don't tell people that."

He helped her push open the heavy iron door to the club. "How do I make friends with people by keeping secrets from them?"

"People don't have to know everything about you, Kara," he laughed. "Tell them your name, your age, that it's your birthday today. You're hot. I'm sure you'll find someone to go home with."

She could feel herself starting to blush at his words and she was sure that it had to be from his suggestion and not from his comment on her looks. His hands were warm on her waist and she almost wanted to shake them off; to see if her heart would stop pounding in her chest if he wasn't touching her. Suddenly she stopped walking and turned to face him, his hands indeed dropping from her waist. "Wait…to go home with? I'm supposed to go home with you."

"You're supposed to go home to the Royal Palace…eventually. Not specifically with me, nor at exactly the same time. That doesn't mean that you can't find someone to have fun with before going home."

"Are you implying that I should find somebody in this," she looked around them, "dark and disgusting place to…" her voice fell to a whisper, "…to have sex with?"

He nodded with a laugh. "It's not a forbidden word, Princess." He smiled as she glared at him briefly. "We say sex here!" he shouted loudly and it made her stop glaring and cringe instead. "I'm sure half the people on the dance floor are engaging in it right now."

Her eyes flew to the "dance floor". He was right. Nobody was really dancing. Was that what dancing was on Daxam? Where was the hold, the posture, the gliding, the spinning?

"I'm not going to do that," she said strongly referring to the dancing. "Besides," she started as she looked back at him. "It's in the contract that I can't be with other people. That nullifies it."

He grinned devilishly at her. "I thought that you wanted to nullify it," he pushed.

She paused. She did want to nullify the contract. With all her heart she did, but this went against her morals; the way she had been raised. She didn't sleep with random men she'd just met. She didn't sleep with anyone. Not ever. Which just made her more shocked at his flippant suggestion for her.

When she didn't say anything further, "Well, me on the other hand, I have no problems making friends. And if you noticed, me sleeping with other people doesn't nullify the contract, so…" he shrugged.

"Funny how that worked out for you…"

He shrugged as his hands went back to her waist, his body mere inches away as they continued to try to chat over the loud, head-pounding "music". She could feel the press of each of his fingertips into her body and she still wasn't sure if she liked it or wanted to push him away. His gestures combined with his attitudes and words, they just made her so conflicted.

"My parents know I'm a Daxamite. They know I basically need sex to survive. They knew I'd invalidate the contract in the first five minutes after signing it."

She eyed him. "Wait…was this why you wanted to come here? To find someone else to…to mate with?"

"Mate is such a strong word, Kara," he sighed. "I just want to have some fun for a few hours before sending them on their way."

He turned her around and guided her past the grinding bodies of the dance floor and over toward the bar counter. "I thought we were coming here to celebrate my birthday? You lied to me."

"Not a lie!" He insisted. "We can have a drink in celebration and then I'll see you back at the Palace tomorrow morning," he said as he leaned on the bar top and she copied his gesture.

"Tomorrow morning? You'll be here all night?" She asked, voice taking on a hint of nervousness.

"Well, not necessarily, but with my plans, I'll be too busy tonight to accompany you home or to entertain you there, so…" he trailed off as his eyes connected with hers. "What do you drink?"

Kara looked at the bottles lining the wall behind the bar. "Alcohol?"

"Well, yeah, that's the speciality at the club," he laughed.

"I don't really drink alcohol. Barely even at formal events."

"Oh…well here, it's all we drink," he laughed again. "But I mean, if you don't want to have any fun…they have things like water and some Earth drinks, if you're looking to get fancy," he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Earth drinks?" she asked with curiosity. "I've only visited Earth a couple of times with my parents when I was really young."

"Yeah, our family has gone back and forth, too. Here we have sodas we've learned to replicate, and combinations of fruity juices that we sometimes combine with our alcohols. Over the years, many of the upper classes have travelled to Earth and brought back ideas; drinks, clothing, hobbies. For drinks, we usually just combine a bunch of stuff until it tastes similar, but most times we just combine stuff until it tastes somewhat good…or knocks you out," he shrugged. "It's more about getting wasted than it tasting good, you know?"

"Wasted?" she asked him with furrowed eyebrows. He stared back at her.

"Wasted," he repeated, waiting for a reaction. "Smashed? Inebriated? Drunk?"

"Oh," she nodded in understanding.

"Wow…Kara, you need to get out more…"

"I…get out…just a fine amount, thank you," she laced her hands together on the bar top as she eyed the man who seemed to be working behind the counter. He laughed at her comment and she rolled her eyes back at him. "What do you drink in places such as these anyway?"

"Well, I never turn away a Zakarian ale. But if you really want to go hard, Aldebaran rum does the trick." He turned toward her. "Actually, I wouldn't suggest trying that one out just yet. Being an amateur and all." He finally raised his hand toward the man behind the counter who hurried right over.

"My Prince," he greeted excitedly and Kara furrowed her eyebrows at Mon-El. He really seemed to like that people knew of his Royal Status. "What'll it be tonight?"

"Surprise me, Cil," he grinned. He hooked a thumb outward and gestured to Kara. "This is Kara."

"Ahh, Kara," he bowed slightly from across the counter as he prepared Mon-El's drink. "Pleasure to meet you." He looked at Mon-El. "Family? Friend?"

"Enemy," Mon-El grinned before laughing. Cil laughed too, clearly assuming it was a joke and Kara chuckled along awkwardly. If only he knew how much of an enemy they were but a few hours ago. Not that they were friends or anything now. Worse…they were engaged. She sighed loudly and both boys looked over at her.

"Not having a good night?" Cil asked Kara.

"Not much of a drinker," Mon-El winked at him, reaching out to take the drink from the man. "Mind taking care of her for a bit?" He shook his head back toward the dance floor in reference to what he'd rather be doing.

"Got it," he nodded at the Prince who easily slipped away from them.

"Miss Kara," he got her attention. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Oh, just Kara, please, and-" she paused. "I don't actually have any money on me. It's fine, I'll just sit and wait here until he's done," she shrugged.

"It's okay. He has a bill running with us. His parents forward the money at the end of each month. I'm sure nobody would notice an extra drink for you." He pulled another glass out from under the counter. He poured a clear liquid into the glass and slid it toward her. "Besides, if you're waiting for him to 'be done', you're going to be waiting a long while…"

"Does he do this a lot?" She eyed the full glass curiously, bubbles rising to the surface and popping.

"It's an Earth drink," he smiled excitedly. "It's really just water with added carbonation. The humans call it 'club soda'," he laughed lightly. "Club. Get it?"

She cracked a small smile at the man. "Clever. But I don't really drink. It's okay," she moved to slide the glass back toward him.

"Don't worry. It's really just water. There's no alcohol in it."

She nodded and pulled it back toward herself and took a small sip. "Not bad…" she concluded. "Does he do this a lot?" she asked again as she nodded back toward Mon-El who was now in the middle of a circle of women.

"He's the Prince of Daxam, Kara. He does whatever and whoever he wants, whenever he wants." He winked at her, but it only made her stomach roll. It was way too uncomfortable to know that kind of thing about him. And she was expected to marry this guy? What would marriage even mean to him? Likely absolutely nothing at all.

Cil noticed some other people waving at him and he turned to Kara. "Back to work," he smiled softly at her. "Let me know if you change your mind and want to order anything else."

She nodded at him as he walked away. She turned slightly to glance back in the direction that Mon-El had headed and she saw him doing the same kind of "dancing" the rest of the group was. She shivered; all of their bodies were pressed up against each other. The girls were barely dressed, but Mon-El obviously didn't mind. Nobody would be caught dead wearing those kinds of outfits on Krypton. They were even more scandalous than what she was currently wearing herself.

She watched his hands sliding along the body of a blonde pressed tightly to his front. His hand tangled in her hair as he tugged her head backward. Not roughly, not dangerously, so sexually. How did he manage to make that gesture look so…dirty? She watched as the blonde's lips attached to his and she felt a weird flutter in her stomach. One that made her turn around, wide-eyed and embarrassed. She didn't need to witness that. Surely they could have thought of a better place for such an act.

She remained seated at a chair at the bar counter, her eyes avoiding anyone who walked up to order, smiling regretfully at anyone who tried to talk to her. She didn't like the way some of these guys were staring at her. It made her uncomfortable and after sitting around for an hour continuing to nurse the same soda drink Cil had given her, she decided she was ready to leave.

She turned around to search for Mon-El to let him know she'd be leaving, but she didn't see him on the dance floor. As a matter of fact, she didn't see him anywhere in the club. She furrowed her eyebrows as she fumbled through her bag for the communication device he had given her earlier. She waved a goodbye to Cil before moving toward the door, tugging the edge of her dress down to cover more of her thighs as she struggled to move through the bodies in the crowded club.

She nearly leapt outside, craving fresh air and the quietness the night outdoors could give her. She moved toward the street, pushing 3-4-4 on her device and she jumped when a hologram appeared instantly in front of her.

"Good evening, Princess Kara. Where shall we meet you?" the man questioned.

"Uhm," she looked around herself. "I don't really know where this is? I can't find Mon-El. He took me to this place…a club?"

"Ah, we know the place," the man answered quickly. "A car is already on it's way."

"Oh," she nodded. "Thanks. I'll be waiting by the road."

It wasn't very long before a car pulled up, the same driver who had dropped them off, stopping smoothly in front of her and quickly lowering to the ground. She took one last look around in case she spotted Mon-El, perhaps wandering around outside needing some fresh air too, but when she didn't see any sign of him, she climbed into the vehicle.

"Back to the Palace, Princess Kara?" the driver asked as soon as she was settled inside.

"Yes, thank you, but you can just call me Kara," she told him. She didn't like that. Princess. People didn't call her Princess on Krypton. They knew she was Royalty and they treated her respectfully, but nobody actually called her Princess in casual conversation. She was beginning to realize that they were much less formal about status on Krypton.

"I am required to call you Princess Kara," he said, his eyes briefly connected with hers in the rear-view mirror. "It's part of my job," he nodded at her.

"Oh," she nodded back. "Okay." She was silent for a moment. "You know, I wouldn't tell anyone if you didn't," she said.

"It's my job, Prin-"

"Okay, I get it," she waved her hand in his direction. "Never mind," she sighed as her gaze drifted out the window. "Princess Kara it is then."

She watched out her window for a while at the buildings flying by before she remembered to buckle herself in. Boy, this driver was speedy behind the wheel. Maybe this was just how people drove on Daxam? She'd have to learn how to use those pods Mon-El had mentioned to drive herself around the city safely.

The city around her was dark; buildings crumbling and uninviting. She couldn't believe that this was to be her home from now on. Hopefully when the rest of the inhabitants of Krypton made their way over here, they could help bring some of their light into the darkness of this planet.

It wasn't long before the car stopped in front of the gate she'd already learned to recognize; the gate closing off the Daxamite Royal Palace from the rest of the population. She thanked the driver and stepped out of the car.

"Princess Kara," the window to the car's front seat faded away. "I just need to unlock the gate for us. I can drive you right up to the door-"

"No," she stopped him, holding a hand out in his direction. "It's barely a minute away. I'll walk. I need the air. Thank you-" she paused as she realized she didn't know his name. "Sir, what's your name?"

He looked surprised at her question; as if nobody had ever cared to ask before. "Rhys," he said softly.

She leaned on the car, extending her hand out to him. He took it gently and she shook it, his grasp on her hand soft and barely there. "Thank you, Rhys, for picking me up. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again soon."

"Have a pleasant night, Pri-" he paused, his eyes connecting with hers. "Kara," he whispered as he nodded.

She grinned back at him, "You too."

The car pulled away and Kara turned toward the sprawling mansion in front of her; the ridiculously, obnoxiously large home. Why did anyone need this big of a property with so many rooms when the rest of the city, and likely the whole planet, was in such disarray? She moved toward the gate before stopping abruptly. Wait, how would she get inside? Mon-El merely gave her the code for the communication device. She looked at the panel on the wall of the gate. Daxamite writing and numbers; most of which she barely understood. She pressed the unlabelled button and she heard a buzzing noise that caused her to jump back a step, the sound seeming much louder in the darkness than when her parents had pressed it that morning.

Suddenly a hologram of Queen Rhea appeared in front of her. That was enough to terrify a person at this time of night. Realistically that scowl on her face was enough to terrify anyone, anywhere, at any time. Rhea…her soon to be mother-in-law. She shivered.

"Princess Kara," her voice stated more than questioned. "Where is my son?"

"I-I thought he might have already come home. Or…I don't know. He gave me the calling device before we left. I didn't see him at the club so I just called for the ride and came back…"

The gate suddenly unlocked, the black bars swinging inward and open as the hologram disappeared. Rhea didn't look surprised that her son had ditched her at the club tonight. It also sounded like he wasn't already home.

She looked up at the towering front door in the distance. She grumbled to herself as she started trudging up the path. Before she'd even made it a quarter of the way to the house, the door swung open as far as the hinges would allow and Rhea stood in the doorway staring back at her. Her glare even at that distance made Kara feel the need to speed up her steps and she urged herself up the pathway toward the woman.

"Uh, hi," Kara greeted awkwardly.

"You don't know when my son will be returning?" she asked her, her tone clearly annoyed.

"He was dancing…when I looked back he wasn't there anymore. I didn't want to sit around alone," she shrugged, "So I came back. I haven't heard from him."

Rhea finally backed away, clearing enough room for Kara to step inside the home. Lar Gand came around the corner and into the foyer, a smile appearing on his face when he noticed Kara moving over the threshold.

"Princess Kara!" he greeted cheerfully. "You've returned…without Mon-El?" he asked, his eyebrows quickly furrowing together.

"Please, can everyone around here just call me Kara?" she requested. "The Princess thing is weird," she shook her head. "We didn't do that on Krypton."

"Well, this isn't Krypton, young lady. Here we use proper titles." She heard the door shut behind her as she turned to face the older woman. "I still expect you to refer to me as Queen."

"That is until it becomes 'Mother'," Lar Gand added with a pointed finger and a grin. Kara's eyes widened. She couldn't tell if he was being serious or trying to be funny. She just knew there was no way in hell she'd be referring to Rhea as Queen or Mother. She'd just have to avoid referring to her at all.

"Can I be excused?" she asked quietly. "This day has been…" Awful. Upsetting. Depressing. Humiliating. "…tiring. I'd like to go to my room for the night, if that's okay."

"Have you eaten?" Rhea asked.

"No, but I'm not really-"

"We'll send something to your room," Lar Gand cut her off.

Kara nodded silently as she moved toward the staircase and headed upstairs to her room.

One of the female servants, Maeve, had brought Kara something for dinner shortly after she'd settled in. When she'd returned to her room, there were linens dressing the bed and a few more items of clothing on the rack, including a set of pajamas and a sleep shirt. A different woman came to pick up her dishes a few hours later (How many slaves did they keep here?) and she'd asked her for directions to the library. She'd already forgotten where most of the rooms in this home were, but she knew the library and reading rooms would quickly and easily become her favourites.

She'd returned to her bedroom with a couple of books, intending to try to read until she was tired enough to fall sleep. That wasn't really working though; her eyes moving across the pages, but her brain neglecting to register a single word. It was going to be a long night.

She had no idea what time it was, but she'd noticed a clock in the library that had read 10:30pm. She felt like that was a long while ago, but she didn't actually know how long she'd been lying in bed staring at the ceiling. So, she flicked off the lights, got under the covers and prayed to Rao that she'd actually get some sleep tonight; her mind still running a mile a minute about her new predicament. At least she could look forward to seeing Alex tomorrow. She'd have to look for the little things in her life to enjoy now; the tiny things that could give her pleasure in this new, unappealing situation she had been thrown into.

Kara didn't know how long she'd stared at the ceiling of her new bedroom trying to force herself to sleep. Her eyes had already gotten used to the darkness, she having been lying there for so long unable drift off. It had barely been a day and she was so over this. This fake relationship. This Daxamite home. This tiny hole in the wall of a bedroom.

She remembered the window in the next room. Mon-El's room. She debated finding a way to quietly break through it and jump out; escaping from the life she'd been forced into, but she wondered how far she would get before someone recognized her as an outsider. She'd be lost in a second. Unless she could manage to find that transmatter portal she and her parents had used to get to this planet? Never mind how she'd actually survive jumping out the two-story window of a giant mansion…

The sound of Mon-El's bedroom door swinging open knocked her out of her thoughts, the doorknob slamming loudly against the wall.

"Shhhhh!" she heard him shush. "My betrothed is in the other room," he laughed, nodding in the direction of Kara's (thankfully) closed bedroom door. Kara heard the door slam shut again.

"You have a wife!?" she heard the woman's harsh whisper in the other room which was followed by a light giggle.

"No, no," he corrected and repeated, "Betrothed." He clearly waited a beat; neither of them saying anything. "We're not married yet," he stated simply in explanation, clearly giving up on waiting for her to make sense of it. His voice was a little clearer that time, he obviously not really caring much about whether or not Kara actually could hear him. "She's just my fiancée."

He said it like it was nothing; as if them getting married didn't mean a thing. Then she heard the woman giggle again and somebody knocked something to the floor; a loud crash echoing in the distance.

"And she's okay with you and me sleeping together?"

"I don't care if she sleeps with someone else," Mon-El shrugged at the girl in his arms. "It's fine," he assured her. "I'm sure she feels the same way; she probably hates me as much as I hate her."

"So, why are you marrying her then?" the girl asked with raised eyebrows, her voice sounding as confused as she looked.

"My parents are making me. You know, just another one of those arranged marriages. My parents are pretty traditional, but don't worry, it won't last," he laughed. "Now, why are we talking about my future wife anyway?" he asked, his hand sliding some of her blonde hair behind her ear.

Kara cringed as she heard the obvious sounds of making out; something she was sure her future husband shouldn't be doing with someone other than her, and something she knew she definitely didn't want to listen to. She curved up the ends of her pillow, jamming the fluffy fabric against both of her ears as she squished her eyes shut tight. It did little to stifle the sound though, her room being too quiet and close to his to drown anything out.

She sighed heavily, biting her lip and trying to fight off the tears she could feel were coming. She couldn't believe that she had been abandoned here; left on her own with a family that made her feel so uncomfortable and like such an outsider, with an arranged marriage to a guy who couldn't keep it in his pants for even one night.

She missed her own home. She missed her own room. She missed her own bed.

Her own clothes. Her own family. Her own life.

She let the tears fall freely down her face; the thin streams running down her cheeks late into the night until she was finally able to fall asleep.

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