Author: Ashley

Title: Contractually Yours

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 10/?

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

Word Count: 2,909

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: How's it going everyone? Glad to see you back for another chapter! I hope you all enjoy this one, too.

Note, remember to check the day number at the beginning of each chapter because now we're starting to make some time jumps. As much as I'd like to write all 365 days of this contract, that's a little much.

Chapter Ten: Sharing the News (2,909 words – October 3)

Day Twelve

Mon-El's eyes fluttered open and he found himself face to face with Kara's sparkling blue stare.

"Morning," she smiled, her hand lifting and brushing the hair from his forehead.

He grinned back at her. "Morning," he whispered, his voice scratchy with sleep.

"Sleep well?" she asked and he nodded against his pillow.

"Have you been up for long?" he asked her in return.

She nodded. "Just watching you…waiting for you to open your eyes."

"Waiting? Why?"

"So I could do this…" she started, finishing her sentence with a kiss to his lips.

His nose knocked into hers as he tried to slide closer, his body barely a centimetre away from hers. Her hands moved to the waistband of his boxers; fingertips slipping beneath the fabric to tickle his skin, her caress following the jut of his hip bones. His hands tangled in her hair, tugging her mouth from his so that he could nip at her chin and down along her neck.

"Mon-El" she mumbled and he hummed back at her in response, his mouth still connected to her neck. "Mon-El," she repeated more urgently and he pulled back to look at her.

"Mon-El!"

His eyes flew open and he found himself locking eyes with…Kara's sparkling blue stare.

"Kara?" he mumbled confusedly as he blinked, her hand falling from his shoulder. Was he actually awake this time?

"Mon-El, you have to get up," she said quietly.

"What? Why?"

"You're late for breakfast and your parents want to discuss my Introduction," she said, a look on her face that clearly said: Please, don't make me have that discussion with them alone.

"Ten minutes," he groaned sleepily before closing his eyes again. She nodded and stepped back.

"Okay, good. Thank you."

"I'm pretty sure you could handle them yourself though," he mumbled and she shook her head at him.

"I shouldn't have to. They're your parents after all."

"But they're planning a party for you…"

"Yeah…these people drew up a contract to take away my choice in marriage and starting a family tree. You think they're going to let me help plan something like a party?"

"Something as simple and non-life changing as that? Sure," he groaned as he rolled over and away from her. "Besides, you probably won't screw it up."

She sighed. "Just hurry, please."

"Son, I see you've finally decided to join us," Lar Gand stated as he came in from the next room and sat down at the table with the rest of the group.

"You seem to be the one who's late, Father," Mon-El shrugged.

"Your father and I have been here so long we could have had two breakfasts in the time it took you to get down here," Rhea added.

The servants walked out promptly, food quickly being placed in front of Kara and the family before they scurried away.

"Not like you haven't eaten breakfast without me before. Now that Kara is here, I'm required to attend all meals on time?" He glared at Kara as if she were making his life so much more difficult with every second that passed. She rolled her eyes before scowling in his direction.

"Today we're going to discuss Princess Kara's Introduction into Daxamite Society," Rhea clarified.

"I heard," Mon-El sighed. "I don't see why I need to be included in this."

"Son, we'll be telling everyone about your engagement as well. You're required to be there and therefore are required to be present for the discussion," Rhea stated forcefully. "We can't have you ruining things on the day of because you were unaware as to what was going to be happening."

Mon-El stabbed at the food on his plate with a fork avoiding his mother's eyes as she spoke. "Can we get on with it already then?"

Rhea cleared her throat and sat up rigidly straight. "We're going to make The Announcement of the engagement from the balcony this afternoon-"

"This afternoon?" Kara interrupted. "Already?"

Rhea glared back at her. "This contract has been signed for twelve days already. That's almost two weeks. We need to get things moving along, Princess. We can't just sit here in this house pretending the contract isn't underway. You do want your Kryptonians to get here as soon as possible don't you?"

Kara shrunk slightly in her seat. "Well, yeah, I guess so."

"Then The Announcement happens this afternoon," Rhea nodded curtly. "Princess, you will have a new dress that you're to wear for the event. A servant will bring it to the dressing room for you now." Kara watched her lift her hand in a shooing motion and she turned around just in time to see a female servant scurry away toward the staircase. "Please try it on as soon as we're through here so that any adjustments that need to be made can be made in time."

Kara turned back around and stared at the breakfast sitting on her plate before her eyes jumped to Mon-El. He was eating away, seemingly without a care in the world. She sighed.

"The Introduction event will happen Saturday night. It'll be in the Great Hall beginning at seven o'clock in the evening. Another dress will be prepared for you for then. Son," she stated firmly and his gaze drifted upwards to meet her slowly. "Your suit will be brought here by Winn. Please also make sure it fits."

"You're using my friends to do your dirty work now?" he scoffed.

"It came from his mother's store, so yes, I asked him to bring it along with him today."

"You're making him come to The Announcement, too?"

"I can force him to stay away, if you'd prefer?" she threatened.

Mon-El shook his head in response.

"Good. If he's on time, which he better be, he'll be here within the hour. Now," she started, "you're both to remain quiet during The Announcement. Your father and I will address the crowd. Just stand there, smile and look happy," she warned as she looked to Kara. "I don't care if you're happy or not, but you're going to look like you're having the time of your life." She nodded her head, encouraging Kara to do the same. "We've got to get the people to believe our races are coming together willingly or they're not going to do the same, and your Kryptonians are going to be stuck on that disintegrating moon until they die there."

Kara's eyes widened. "Okay, I get it. Happy. Smiling. Time of my life."

"Thank you, Princess," Lar Gand finally spoke from across the table. "Now, shall we all finish breakfast? We have a big afternoon ahead of us."

Nobody said another word, not until everyone's plates were clean and the front gate buzzed. Lar Gand moved to the communication device being brought toward him by a servant. He pressed the "answer" key and a hologram of Winn appeared before him.

"Ah, Mr. Schott, come right in. We were expecting you." He ended the call before Winn could speak, but they soon heard the front door opening in the distance.

"I'm out," Mon-El stated as he stood from his chair. He wiped his hands with his napkin before tossing it on top of his plate.

"The suit, Mon-El!" Rhea reminded him. "Try it on first."

He waved a hand in her direction as he left the room.

"Princess Kara," Lar Gand started and she looked over at him. "Please try on your dress as soon as you're ready."

"Now, preferably," Rhea stated. "A dressing servant is in the dressing room upstairs waiting. She will assist you."

Kara bit back another sigh as she stood from her own chair and moved to leave.

Lar Gand turned to Rhea. "I think this is going over rather well, don't you?"

Kara finally made it to the dressing room (after asking whoever she could find along the way for directions) and sure enough, there was a young girl waiting there for her with a modest white dress draped on a headless mannequin in the centre of the room. She was a thin, tiny little thing who couldn't possibly be older than Kara herself.

"Good morning," she greeted the girl.

"Good morning, Princess."

"Kara, please," she sighed. "Just call me, Kara."

The girl stared back at her in silence.

"Oh, right. You've all been told to call me Princess, but that's ridiculous. Please," she said again while walking right up to the girl. "When it's just you and me, call me Kara."

The girl nodded, but didn't look like she was going to do as Kara had asked.

"What's your name?" she asked instead.

"Arden," the girl responded quietly.

"Arden. That's a pretty name. Thank you for helping me, Arden. I know you must not enjoy the work these people give you."

"But it's part of my job, Princess." Kara sighed at the familiar statement that seemed to come from all of the Royal Daxamites' servants.

"I'm sorry they brought you here; took you away from your family and friends and the life you had before."

"We all must do what we have to in order to survive," she whispered, avoiding eye contact with Kara.

Kara felt her heart sink. Though their situations were largely different, she felt a kinship with the young girl already. They had both been trapped in this house with these people against their own will and now had to live with that.

"I guess I better try on that dress now, shouldn't I?"

"Our Majesty Queen Rhea would prefer it," she shared a small smile with Kara.

"Our Majesty Queen Rhea? That's what she makes you call her?" she cocked an eyebrow as she laughed lightly.

"We must," Arden nodded surely.

"I don't know why I'm surprised," Kara groaned as she reached for the zipper on the dress to remove it from the mannequin and slip it on.

"Marriage?! You've got to be kidding me!" Winn laughed at his friend, hands clasped together and resting on the back of his head. "I thought this suit was for some other dreaded Royal Family event."

They'd stood in Mon-El's bedroom chatting about nothing for a long while before he finally told his friend about everything that had transpired in the last few days. While he tried on his suit, of course.

"I wish I was kidding, man," Mon-El shook his own head before pulling his t-shirt back on and plopping himself down on the edge of his bed.

"Why would you put up with that?" Winn asked as he followed suit, sitting down across from him on the lounge chair in the room.

"Apparently I didn't have a choice. Our parents went and drew up the contract and signed it without us."

"Weird…I don't know why they'd want the Kryptonians here anyway," he shrugged.

"Look around, Winn. This planet is going to shit. Theirs is dying. They think the Kryptonians can come here and fix our planet in exchange for being allowed to keep living here."

"So you have to marry this girl in order to make that happen?"

"It's supposed to be a symbol of peace between our people or something."

"Well, how's the girl?"

"More trouble than she's worth."

"Aren't most women?" Winn chuckled loudly.

"Dude, not only won't she have sex with me, she literally won't even sleep with me! She sleeps alone in my closet," he nodded in the direction of Kara's bedroom.

"Well, it sounds like she doesn't care that you're the Prince. Unlike every other woman on this planet."

"Well, no, because she's a Princess on her own planet. My status means nothing to her."

Winn shrugged again. "Maybe she just doesn't find you attractive. Like at all. You know, there are some people in this universe who actually have taste," he laughed.

"But, I mean, don't get me wrong. She's hot."

"Okay, but how hot?"

He smirked. "She's really hot. And I drive her nuts and I'm pretty sure she hates me, and that makes her even hotter." Winn laughed again. "I mean, since she first came here, I've been having these dreams about her. Not just dreams, but…dreams," he wiggled his eyebrows at his fiend. "If you get what I'm saying."

Winn smirked back and nodded. "Yeah, I get it."

"Well, let's just say that if she's anything like that…I mean, she's pretty quiet; timid almost. But those are the ones you gotta watch out for."

"Well, you're gonna be stuck with each other forever, so let's hope for your sanity that she's as good as your imagination makes her out to be."

"Nah," Mon-El shook his head and Winn eyed him strangely. "She's not going to give it up."

"From what you told me, it sounds like it's in the contract that she has to?"

"Yeah, well, she's pretty adamant that she's not going to," Mon-El shrugged. "It's gonna be harder to convince her than my usual targets, but I like a challenge," he grinned.

Winn shrugged back. "She could just be nervous about it. Maybe she's a virgin."

Mon-El groaned loudly, his eyes slipping shut as he fell onto his back on the bed. "Don't say that!"

Winn furrowed his eyebrows, though his friend couldn't see him. "What? Why not? Would that be so bad?"

Mon-El shook his head forcefully against the mattress. "No, Winn, come on, man," he stated before sitting back upright. "A virgin? They're so easy," he groaned. "You barely have to touch them and they just fall apart in your hands."

"So, it would be good then?"

"So good!" he assured his friend. "They're so eager and willing to please," he sighed heavily and Winn eyed him strangely.

"But…?"

"But, Kara," he shook his head again. "She's not a virgin. She's just a Kryptonian prude. She's not not sleeping with me because she's nervous or she doesn't know what she's doing or anything. She knows exactly what she's doing. She thinks she's better than me. She acts as if she's smarter than me; worldlier than we are. For all we know, she got around on her own planet as much, if not more, than me."

"So, you've asked her about it then?"

"Well…no. I mean, I said we should sleep together; it's in the contract. She said she's never sleeping with me. And here I am: stuck dreaming about her making out with me and about being inside her, while in reality, she's over there turning up her nose at me."

"Well, I assume challenge accepted?" Winn nodded as he asked.

"Obviously," he rolled his eyes at him. "Just think about how good it will be when I break her down and get her in bed."

They both laughed until they heard a quiet knock on the open bedroom door. Both sets of eyes flicked toward the doorway.

Their eyes landed on Kara, Winn's widening into saucers, Mon-El's sliding into little slits.

"What do you want now?" Mon-El asked.

"I just wanted to get something from my room while my dress is being altered. I felt like I'd be interrupting if I just walked in," she said quietly.

She looked to Winn who had since composed himself, masking his surprise with a charming smile.

Mon-El nodded at Winn. "Kara, this is Winn. Winn…this is my fiancée, or as I'm required to call her, Princess Kara," he bowed obnoxiously in her direction.

"Just Kara, please," she glared at Mon-El before looking over at Winn with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Winn. I didn't believe that Mon-El had any friends…"

"Nah," he sighed. "Friend. Just me. I'm the only one who can stand him," he said as he slapped a hand on Mon-El's back. "Besides, I'm sure he never even mentioned me," he stated, knowing his friend all too well.

"Nope, not a word," she agreed with a smile. "Not that we talk much anyway."

The three of them stood there for a minute, the boys staring at Kara, Kara's eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them.

"Well…" Mon-El started. "You had something to pick up."

Kara nodded. "Right. I just wanted something to do while I got my hair and makeup done. One second and I'll leave you two alone."

She quickly moved toward her room before disappearing inside. Winn eyed Mon-El, a stunned expression appearing on his face briefly before they heard Kara coming back out. She had a toiletries bag in one hand and a large book in the other, a bookmark clearly placed midway through the hardcover.

"Getting a lot of reading done I see," Mon-El smirked.

"Anything so that I won't have to spend time with you," she smiled a fake, sarcastic smile back at him before leaving the room with a small nod at Winn.

When she was out of earshot, Winn looked back at Mon-El.

"Seriously?" he asked.

"See? Tell me how that hasn't gotten any?"

"Okay, so she's likely not a virgin. Maybe she's just stuck up and you're somewhat of an asshole, so she's not interested?"

Mon-El blinked back at him. "They're never not interested…"

"There's a first time for everything, bud," he sighed with a comforting pat to the shoulder before he laughed. "Anyway, I gotta head out. I need to get ready for The Announcement," he exaggerated by waving his hands in the air. "But I'll see you again on Friday at the Introduction party?"

Mon-El shrugged. "Nowhere else I'm allowed to be."

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