Kara and Mon took a break in the middle of the Australian desert away from anyone that could pry. At almost two months, Kon and Mara were able to crawl and stand with some assistance. Mon decided to leave and came back with a dead kangaroo he had defeated in battle. "It's for dinner," he explained.

"I'm not hungry," Kara said disgustedly.

Mon frowned and cast the kangaroo aside for the moment. "I want to talk to you," Kara said sitting down.

"Oh, shit," Mon realized.

"I've had some thoughts," Kara said taking a deep breath.

"About?" Mon asked playing dumb.

"Us," Kara said obviously.

"I had some thoughts as well but...you go first," Mon smirked.

"Nice for a change," Kara said bitterly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mon asked offended.

"It means you always go first," Kara said irritably.

"Yeah, bullshit," Mon disagreed and got himself a drink.

"You're the Prince of the Insane. You were born to go first," Kara pointed out. "Are you even remotely aware of how bad things are between us?"

"No," Mon said argumentatively.

"Really?" Kara snapped.

"Okay, I'm not blind. I see that you're depressed, not eating, and getting thinner. It's a turn-off," Mon said rudely. "I was horrified by how pathetic you've been acting ever since you arrived in this time. So what do you want from me?"

"To be heard and understood," Kara said defensively. "Appreciated."

"You have an entire planet compelled to love you," Mon rolled his eyes.

"I don't need fake flattery. No one needs that," Kara rejected.

"I've been trying hard to please you. To live up to your moral standards," Mon lied.

"I don't think you have the faintest idea how it is to feel this way. To be constantly overlooked and ignored," Kara said self-absorbed.

"I know what it's like to be ignored better than anyone. I spent my whole life being underappreciated and unloved by my parents. If I act cold or indifferent to you, it's only because I've been misunderstood by you," Mon said gaslighting her. "You think I'm a gargoyle that doesn't feel love or kindness but I'm not. You could give me a thank you every so often."

"Is that why you keep going to Imra? Because she appreciates you?" Kara asked accusingly.

"Shit," Mon said getting up from the table. Kara followed after him. "Why can't you leave her alone?"

"She's a close friend and I'm building good relations with the Titans. That's all," Mon replied.

"Remember how I found your bracelet gift to her? And then I hacked your emails showing hundreds of them to her, page after page of smut," Kara accused.

"If you're so concerned, you should have gone with me to Titan," Mon said dismissively.

"I don't go because she's there," Kara said obviously. "Those Titans patronize me and laugh at me in their heads at the same time. That's why the two of you are perfect for each other so where do I fit in?"

"You fit in because you're going to be my wife and you're already the mother of my children," Mon pointed out.

"Why is it so difficult for you to tell me you love me?" Kara asked impatiently.

"To be fair, I don't say it to Imra either," Mon said defensively.

"That's your defense?" Kara asked incredulously.

"If you have a problem with Imra, fight her to the death while I watch. That's the Insane way," Mon said.

"You're trying to create a galactic war. You're making me jealous on purpose in the hopes I kill her ass and start a war? Is that it?" Kara asked him.

"You got me," Mon shrugged.

Kara felt relieved at that. "We need to be better to each other."

"I agreed. We need to give it to each other on a regular basis," Mon said referring to sex.

"Encouragement," Kara corrected. "You know I think you're gorgeous and the most handsome man in any room."

"I know," Mon nodded. "You know, you're gorgeous to me as well, a glowing blond star. No Insane woman has blond hair and blue eyes like you. You're like an Insane goddess. I'm the luckiest man in the universe, we're the luckiest family in the universe. I only wish my mother was alive to see it."

"You know, I think this might be the most important conversation we had ever had," Kara said seriously.

"Yes," Mon agreed.

"And the solution is simple. Every time one of us needs something from the other, we fight about it until we come to a solution," Kara said.

"We both need to be encouraged, and appreciated," Mon said.

"To be loved?" Kara asked.

"Yeah, sure," Mon rolled his eyes.

"To a new beginning?" Kara asked him.

"Of course," Mon smiled.

Kara and Mon left Kon and Mara behind to be taken care of by a Brainiac 5 drone and went off to Perth and then Darwin. Thousands of Australians arrived to greet the royal family wherever they went making the republicans nervous. Coming back to Sydney, Kara made a speech to thousands of her fans gathered. In a ballroom, Mon and Kara danced with perfect choreography in front of a crowd with a band behind them. The two instantly became cultural icons as they introduced thousand-year-old dance routines to the world. With the tour a brilliant success, the republicans realized they were fucked and gave up their opposition.

For the Australian crowds, Kara and Mon were different from everyone else in appearance. They were powerful, fun, charismatic, and comedic. Mon played a violent form of polo with the elites of the country while Kara joined up with the Australian swim team all wearing bathing suits. The two went around doing sporting events to wow the crowds and compete with each other on who would get the most press. Still, it became obvious Kara was winning on that front being an attractive female and the queen. She gained the respect of the men with her athletic ability and grit while impressing the women by pretending to care when she went to hospitals and orphanages.

In Tasmania, Mon made an awkward speech to the elites of the island. "We very much appreciate your adoration and worship. I'm very lucky to be engaged to such a lovely lady. The best thing about her is you never know what she's up to when your back is turned."

Kara gave him a dirty look even as the crowd thought it was a joke. The two decided to fight it out in their hotel room. "What...the...fuck?" she demanded of him.

"It's actually an Insane compliment," Mon said defensively.

"This isn't Planet Mon, this is Earth. This is supposed to be my tour to add Australia to the dominion during a delicate political situation and you're fucking it all up," Kara raged.

"I don't give a shit about these speeches, negotiations, and deal-making you've been doing. Just conquer the planet already," Mon said impatiently.

"You make people laugh at me. I'm the QUEEN!" Kara told him off.

"I don't have to take this. I'm going to leave," Mon said and then entered his suite where he locked the door behind him.

"Very mature, Mon. You better be with me in New Zealand in the morning," Kara said and then went to her own bedroom in a huff.

Wellington, New Zealand

Kara had a chat with Prime Minister Hawk at the capitol building where they laid out their differences. "For a thousand years, we were independent of any other nation. We were our own country. Now, you want to put the shackles back on," he accused.

"Well, too bad I'm the perfect woman, the perfect queen, and I cause your whole country to go nuts. I'm the fairy-tale. I'm the super-star. Your republicanism is fucked for the foreseeable future," Kara said bluntly.

"So, we're British now?" Hawk asked resentfully.

"In a few years, there will be no British Empire. It will simply be, my empire. And when that day comes, you will be represented according to your GDP production, no more, no less," Kara told him.

"We're one of the richer nations on the planet. No one decided to nuke us," Hawk pointed out.

"I'm going to split Australia in half. The eastern half will cover the east coast, New Guinea, a third of the Indonesian islands, and all the remaining Pacific Islands. The western half will cover the west coast, the interior of the country, Tasmania, New Zealand, and Hawaii. So, you can be a thorn in my side until I persuade the voters to get rid of you, or you can play ball and dominate the Southern Pacific."

"Let's play ball," Hawk backed down.

That night, Kara taught the locals the Haka and then performed with them. The traditional chant had been lost to time but Kara had remembered every part of it. After some practice, Kara and her team performed it to perfection for a crowd. Mon eyed the spectacle actually impressed and considered adding the dance to his own Insane culture.

London, England

After a successful tour with some drama, Kara was back at Buckingham Palace to deal with South African nonsense. Apparently, the population was 10% male and 90% female due to the previous wars and other factors. As a result, the males subjugated the females taking multiple wives and hoarding all the wealth and power for themselves. The females, although outnumbering the males, were helpless with the males having all the weaponry, fortifications, and power over the economy. In her crusade to gather as many nations as possible, Kara looked the other way when signing the treaty with them to add them to the dominion. Now, the British Dominion was near-unanimous that South Africa was fucked up and needed reform. A South African opposition group visited Kara requesting that she do something about it. Kara promised action when the dominion leaders met in the Bahamas.

Bahamas

On the coast of the Bahamas, Kara and Brainiac 5, acting as her Prime Minister, met on a cruise ship. "Do you intend to do anything about this travesty? I want sanctions on their misogynistic asses," Kara demanded.

"Nothing useful can be achieved through sanctions," Brainiac 5 denied.

"It would devastate the South African government," Kara pointed out.

"And us. We require their labor to build drones and mine raw materials. Sanctions would only affect the poorest creating an already humanitarian disaster worse," Brainiac 5 replied.

"This is what the female South Africans want," Kara insisted.

"They don't want to inherit a wasteland," Brainiac 5 said simply.

"Well, they want their wasteland," Kara said stubbornly.

"We will create a great empire through a revitalized economy, not associations with unreliable tribal leaders in eccentric costumes," Brainiac 5 said condescendingly.

"But isn't that what I am, a tribal leader in an eccentric costume?" Kara asked offended.

"Yeah," Brainiac 5 confirmed.

There was a long awkward silence between them. "Fuck you, Barney."

"I am an evolved intelligence. You cannot compare me these tribal leaders, it's not light with light," Brainiac 5 said arrogantly.

"Well, that's where we differ. These people have a great history. For you, human rights is a waste of time but, in many ways, I've given...a few years to it. I made a pledge about this...forty days ago," Kara recalled.

"The values of the past cannot distract us from the realities of the present particularly when the dominion's economic interests are concerned," Brainiac 5 refused.

"The dominion leaders are all ready to condemn the South African regime and are recommending tougher sanctions. I want you to sign that statement," Kara demanded.

"You giving me a directive?" Brainiac 5 challenged.

"I'm an absolute monarch so what the fuck do you think?" Kara asked him.

"I'll sign whatever statement you want me to sign," Brainiac 5 said having no intention of following through on said statement.

Kara and Brainiac 5 went back and forth in separate offices childishly sending each other proposed statements on South Africa. Brainiac 5 rejected and/or watered down every statement that came to him. Dominion leaders put pressure on both Kara and Brainiac 5 to come to a resolution while all were present in the Bahamas. After dozens of drafts, Brainiac 5 finally signed a draft that indicated the dominion would send economic signals, whatever that meant, to South Africa on their treatment of women. The weak-ass statement was largely considered a joke in South Africa.

Still, the dominion was praised by the press for its "strong" response to South Africa and Kara's leadership. The dominion coming together in unity to talk shit about South Africa was a monumental step. In South Africa, however, the status quo remained.

Brainiac 5 was interviewed by the press on the matter in a press conference. "Prime Minister, you were forced to make significant concessions," one reporter remarked.

"Not any that I noticed," Brainiac 5 said dismissively.

"You signed a document with the rest of the dominion talking shit about South Africa," the reporter pointed out.

"I did but the thing to keep in mind is whether I moved towards the dominion or did the dominion move to me," Brainiac 5 said arrogantly. "I agreed to signals but who's to say what that signal could be? I intend to signal greater economic cooperation, drone production, and raw material extraction from South Africa."

The press was outraged and many in the dominion were pissed. Kara soon heard of it and shook her head dismayed. "Really?" Still, all the dominion leaders had their picture taken together with Kara in front wearing a white dress with the crest symbol on her chest.

London, England

Upon returning from her trip, Kara leaked it to the press that she was displeased with Brainiac 5's "uncaring, stubborn, insensitive" attitude towards South Africa indicating a serious rift between the Sovereign and Parliament on the issue. Kara then proceeded to not comment on the news leak creating even more sensationalism. Brainiac 5, acting as her prime minister, arrived on schedule for their meeting.

"I know you leaked this report," Brainiac 5 said knowingly.

"I'm not denying it," Kara smirked.

"My responsibility as your prime minister is to put sentimentality in its place and look after this empire's interests with the perspective of a cold balance sheet. While I do admire your compassion for those less fortunate...," Brainiac 5 began.

"Do you? Really?" Kara scoffed.

"I will remind you that my intellect and processing power far exceed your own. I am also far senior to you by several hundred years. These insults do not concern me. My goal is to make this planet self-reliant and I am succeeding despite your interference," Brainiac 5 told her off.

"There's more at stake here than just economics. There is moral and spiritual leadership as well. For what good is it for me to inherit the whole world and lose my soul? Am I to command a planet where all of humanity thinks me cruel?" Kara asked.

"Humanity will soon be irrelevant once my drones outnumber them sufficiently," Brainiac 5 said dismissively.

"I don't want them to be irrelevant! They're my people now. They're flesh and blood with souls. I want them to repopulate this planet, enjoy themselves, colonize other worlds, and live in peace. I want them to feel fun, love, and happiness," Kara told him. "The dominion leaders feel I betrayed them on an issue important to them. They think I'm weak."

"You may continue to voice your opposition to me. It may even increase my level of support in this country," Brainiac 5 allowed.

"If I publicly oppose you, you will obey. I am an absolute monarch and will not tolerate less. I will sacrifice England to keep the rest of the dominion in my grip," Kara threatened.

"But you will never sacrifice me," Brainiac 5 replied. Kara gave him a long stare. "Time is up. How it flies," he said and then left the room.

Shortly thereafter, Kara dragged Mon to an opera only to ditch him before it ended. Mon gave her a WTF look as she left their box. It was then revealed that Kara was part of a dance number with a professional dancer. While Mon and the crowd watched, Kara and her dancer stole the show. While amused, Mon was also concerned by Kara's lack of professionalism. For him, this wasn't how a monarch should act like a celebrity and entertainer. The elite crowd gave Kara a standing ovation.

"What were you thinking?" Mon scolded her as their hovercraft made it back to Buckingham Palace.

"Are you saying it didn't make you happy?" Kara mocked.

"That grotesque display had nothing to do with me. A queen is not an entertainer," he said.

"I don't give a shit what other people think. I did it for you," Kara said.

"If you cared about my feelings you would know that public displays like that horrify me," Mon told her off.

"Everything I do seems to horrify you," Kara pouted.

"Increasingly yes," Mon agreed.

"I'm starting to properly loathe you. I should break this engagement off right now," Kara admitted.

"What's taking so long?" Mon taunted.

The hovercraft stopped as Kara got out. "You coming?" she demanded of him.

"I've assessed the situation and I'm going to Switzerland," he said.

"Right, where she is," Kara glared.

"Precisely," Mon said and then instantly disappeared.

In Switzerland, Mon and Imra got caught in an avalanche and did not resurface. Rescue teams were immediately on the scene. At Buckingham Palace, Kara was informed of the news. "It appears they were both swept away," Brainiac 5 reported, acting as her personal secretary.

"No body has been found?" Kara asked.

"Not yet. Should we not do so, there are contingency plans for this sort of thing," Brainiac 5 said coldly.

"Mon is an unstoppable tank and Imra has telekinetic abilities. They survived," Kara said confidently.

"Unlike you, Mon's resting power level is rather weak. He could have been taken by surprise. As for Imra, the same is true," Brainiac 5 said.

"You've said too much," Kara dismissed him away and began to break down crying.

As it happened, Imra had created a bubble around them deep in the snow. Mon used his power to keep them warm inside the bubble. They remained there for a day and night as a training session for Imra to see if she could keep her concentration the entire time. Should she fail, she would immediately be crushed while Mon would be slightly inconvenienced. Upon sensing the minds of human rescue teams, Imra ended the little training session. The two emerged from the snow and were allowed to be rescued by the humans. News of them together then reached Kara.

"He did it on purpose to gain sympathy in the press and get close to her," Kara said to Brainiac 5.

"You cannot allow Mon to control your emotions so easily. He is a master manipulator," Brainiac 5 reminded her.

"Like you?" Kara questioned.

"Of course," Brainiac 5 replied.

"Would you say my power and position as queen of this planet has greater potential for growth than this single Titan ambassador?" Kara asked.

"Yes," Brainiac 5 agreed.

"Should I go to war with Titan, I could easily destroy their entire planetary empire. I could do it so fast they wouldn't be able to launch a counter-attack. I think they also know this. So, in light of this, do you think Titan would go to war with me over one ambassador?" Kara asked.

"Probably not," Brainiac 5 allowed.

"I want all of us to come together for a meeting," Kara ordered.

Metropolis

At the Hall of Justice, the Vindicators sat down for a meeting to discuss personal issues between them all. Kara, Mon, Imra, Brainiac 5, and Nura were present. "I have noticed the difficulties you have been experiencing," Brainiac 5 began. "The future marriage of this monarchy cannot be allowed to fail. Your future marriage is a reflection of the crown. Should there be a division between you, the stability and reliability of the monarchy is called into question. So, do either of you no longer wish for this marriage to go forward?"

"Well, I have given it some thought," Kara said as she took out a datapad listing all of the things she was pissed off about.

"No, wait, I still want to make this marriage work with all my heart," Mon interrupted.

"Then, why have you broken your vows?" Nura asked accusingly.

"I haven't broken shit," Mon rolled his eyes.

"Is this what this is all about? I haven't done anything sexual, romantic, or inappropriate with Mon," Imra said defensively.

"Not yet," Nura said knowingly.

"In my culture, a person isn't convicted for something they haven't done yet," Imra told her off.

"No...you convict people for thought crimes instead," Nura shot back.

"Bring another telepathic Titan here if you think I'm lying," Imra said angrily.

"Suffice to say, it gives the appearance of such," Brainiac 5 said reasonably.

"Sometimes, you don't know what you have until it's gone. I've been on the fence about this marriage for quite a while. I wanted to see how Kara would react to my outings with Imra. I wanted to see her jealousy. I wanted to see how far she would go," Mon admitted.

"Kara," Brainiac 5 gestured to.

"When I heard about the avalanche and the possibility Mon had perished, I felt a great emptiness and loss. And for the first time, I understood the pain I had caused him that I would be able to apologize for. The pain of killing his mother, his fleet, and his race. The pain of being separated from his dead kin by a thousand years. And I realized then, how childish this had become," Kara said sincerely.

"And do you know what it takes to make a marriage work?" Brainiac 5 asked condescendingly. "Marriage requires loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity, and personal courage."

"I am ready to commit to anything," Kara said. "To go to any lengths...and I want to say to you," she said turning to Mon. "That...I'm...sorry for my part, everything."

Mon gave Kara an impressed look for this ambush. He hadn't expected such a great performance from her. "It is true that mere appearances of impropriety can...raise questions. I shall endeavor to be more transparent in the future."

Kara and Mon had dinner together at Windsor Castle where they had cake and exchanged presents prior to the wedding. Mon handed Kara an Insane-Kryptonian dictionary book, an actual book with pages and printed words on it. "Now, we can learn each other's languages. Barney was helpful in making it," Mon said.

"Thank you. How thoughtful, but why is it a book instead of an electronic file?" Kara asked confused.

"So it's exclusive to just us. This is the one and only edition," Mon explained.

"Mine is a bit smaller. I know how horrifying it was for you when I performed for you in public. It's hard for me to express myself and show you how I feel. So, this is only between us," Kara said handing him a thumb drive.

The two of them sat down in a large movie theater room in the palace. "What is this?" Mon asked apprehensively.

"Just watch," Kara said.

What followed was a recorded sex tape between them. Mon gave Kara a look of surprise as he had never realized this session had been recorded by so many different camera angles and close-ups. It was truly an art. "Thank you," Mon said sincerely and then they watched the whole thing.

Despite this, Mon stopped receiving Kara's summons and visited the Titan embassy several times in a suspicious fashion.

In Parliament, Brainiac 5 was in trouble again to keep his majority. "I have been asked to bring back free-market enterprise. I have been asked to take into consideration humanitarian concerns. I have been asked to diversify our economy away from drone production to that of consumer goods. To all three, I say emphatically: No, no, no," Brainiac 5 declared.

At Buckingham Palace, Kara was with Nura. "He has resumed his affair with Imra Ardeen. With flagrant disregard for the agreement, we made in that Vindicator meeting. It is clear that he lied to all of us, to our faces. So, the engagement is off, it's finished, I'm done with him forever," Kara raged.

"Oh, Kara," Nura rolled her eyes.

"I am very unhappy and I'm certain there is someone out there who would be better," Kara said.

Brainiac 5 interrupted their conversation, acting as prime minister. "There is a leadership challenge against me from within our party."

"We're having an important conversation here," Kara told him off.

"I may require your support to remain in power under the existing system," Brainiac 5 said.

"You will have my support if you agree to me ending my engagement to Mon, canceling the wedding, and terminating his ass," Kara said angrily.

"I'll get back to you," Brainiac 5 said walking out.

At Windsor Castle, Kara and Mon met up for breakfast but gave each other the silent treatment. "So, that's it? We're never going to talk to each other again?"

"Seeing as how every time we do talk, it ends up in an argument, I would say silence is preferable," Mon said dryly. "What's up with your trip to Metropolis?"

"Don't act so surprised. It's been on the schedule for days," Kara said.

"No one said you were going on your own," Mon pointed out. "It's all about you advancing yourself."

"I would rather have you at my side but you're too busy with other women," Kara shot back.

"Okay, you're being a crazy bitch. This conversation is over," Mon shut her down.

"I insist we talk about this," Kara demanded.

"I've assessed the situation and I'm leaving," Mon said and then disappeared.

In London, Brainiac 5 faced a leadership vote where he won 54% of the vote compared to Lord Valentine's 40%. Since he had not won the 2/3rds necessary to eliminate further challenges, another vote was to take place. To ensure loyalty within the cabinet, Brainiac 5 called each one in and demanded they tell him how they would vote. Under pressure, they all gave him their support. Still, many of them warned Brainiac 5 that he was losing support due to not consulting the cabinet and lacking compassion for the common people. Brainiac 5 dismissed these concerns.

During their meeting, Brainiac 5 suggested that Kara dissolve Parliament. "Have you consulted the cabinet?" Kara asked.

"No," Brainiac 5 said flatly.

"Isn't that how it's normally done?" Kara questioned.

"It is within your power to dissolve Parliament. You must exercise power, to show conviction and strength, to lead," Brainiac 5 said.

"You tell me this now after all that bullshit about me needing to stay out of your affairs. These last several months, I've allowed you to make virtually 99% of all the government decisions for this world," Kara pointed out.

"It's the 1% that truly matters," Brainiac 5 said.

"I'm not just some mascot. You want me to use my power and charisma to help you because you're a boring, moral nihilist, queer-looking little man. What kind of leader do I look like if I use my authority for petty politics?" Kara argued. "Now, the cabinet is against you, your party is against you, and if we called a general election today, you would get your ass handed to you."

"I'm thinking to start a war in the Middle East to get my poll numbers back up," Brainiac 5 considered.

"Jesus Christ, Barney," Kara shook her head dismayed.

Metropolis

Kara went on a tour of Metropolis, her first love, and then to the greater New York area. She met with the local leaders, and the common people, and went to hospitals for photo-ops. There, she gave a boy with a highly contagious flu a hug since she was immune to it. "We love her, she's beautiful, she's warm, she's perfect. The way she hugged that boy in the hospital really broke my heart. Thank you for bringing vitality to the lower east side. Making people feel good is a God-given talent," the common people said to the news reporters.

"This is such bullshit," Mon said in Imra's presence at Windsor Castle.

"If this non-existent affair comes out, it will be bad. I don't want to be humiliated," Imra said. "In a popularity contest with her, I'll lose. She's a fairy tale. It's what these people want."

"People need to be told the real story," Mon said.

"No, to be the hero of the story, you have to be a victim. She's got the victim complex down to a science. I'll lose in the court of public opinion," Imra said.

"You're a telepath. You can convince people to think anything you want," Mon pointed out.

"Not everyone," Imra admitted. "She's the Queen of Earth, and I'm just an ambassador. It's time to end this dangerous game before she kills us both."

London, England

On the second ballot, Brainiac 5 was now up against two contenders, Lord Valentine and Lord Turd. On this ballot, Brainiac 5 led 50-35-15 requiring the third ballot. Mon went to Buckingham Palace to call off the game he was playing on Kara to make her jealous. "Nice of you to come," Kara said snidely.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Mon asked offended.

"My trip to Metropolis was a great success. I can only imagine you're here to apologize and congratulate me," Kara assumed.

"Your capacity for self-delusion never ceases to amaze me. I'm glad you're back where you belong, albeit it's not the kitchen," Mon said rudely. "You have two children that need you or have you forgotten?"

"Like you give a shit. They're fine under Barney's care," Kara said dismissively.

"If only the same could be said for the rest of us. The exquisite selfishness of your motives and the calculated vulgarity of the antics knowing full well the headlines they would get," Mon chided.

"What?" Kara asked dumbfounded.

"Grandstanding, theatrically hugging an infectious boy as if there was any risk to you," Mon said.

"You barely find it in yourself to even hug your own," Kara rolled her eyes.

"I hug who I want to," Mon said immaturely. "I hug who I love, who need cheering up."

"And who are you referring to?" Kara glared.

"Imra," Mon clarified.

"Why would I give a fuck about her?" Kara asked angrily.

"Because I care about her and you hurt her with your vile accusations. And if you hurt her, you hurt me!" Mon said dramatically.

"You fucking serious?" Kara asked astounded. "I am the mother of your children."

"Don't bring them into this," Mon shot her down.

"And the woman you're about to marry!" Kara shouted.

"I refuse to be bound to this grotesque alliance! I wash my hands of it! If you have a complaint about not being loved or appreciated, take it up with Barney," Mon said hysterically.

Kara simply stared at him long and hard. "I get it now."

"What do you think you know?" Mon rolled his eyes.

"This, right here, this artificial conflict between us. You're not fucking Imra. You haven't even kissed her. You're simply using her to create a fake affair to piss me off, to create conflict between us, to make me jealous and bothered. And everything you say to me now is just you trying to piss me off. You're trolling me, Mon," Kara said calming down.

Mon said nothing to that. "So, why?" Kara demanded of him.

"For you, love and hate are interchangeable just as fun and conflict are interchangeable. You thrive on the drama, the victimhood complex, the artificial outrage. You act like an immature spoiled childish blond ditz. You don't want peace and understanding between us. You want to hate me and assume the worst about me. So, until you change, I'm going to keep giving it to you," Mon revealed.

"I have to hurl," Kara said freaked out, and rushed out of the room.

"Typical," Mon rolled his eyes.

At Windsor Castle, Mon stayed away from the Christmas Party and ended up getting a lecture from Nura. "We're going to have an argument," she predicted as she entered the room alone with him.

"Shit," Mon sighed.

"Honestly, the both of you are something else," Nura said amused.

"The both of us?" Mon scoffed.

"Yes, the both of you," Nura confirmed.

"I have done my best, my very best, and I am suffering!" Mon declared.

"No, you are not suffering. We're all suffering having to put up with your shit. When people look at you and Kara, they see two privileged people through good fortune have everything they could dream of in life. No one on this planet sees cause for suffering," Nura said.

"They would if they knew all the crap I have to go through," Mon said bitterly.

"They know you intentionally flirt with women to make her jealous. They know she has psychological problems. They know you're a spoiled immature man endlessly complaining unnecessarily with a spoiled immature woman also endlessly complaining unnecessarily and we're all sick of it. All anyone wants is for you to get your shit together, stop making spectacles of yourselves, and make this wedding happen," Nura lectured.

"And what if I want to break off the wedding?" Mon asked.

"You're not breaking off anything!" Nura yelled at him.

"Holy shit," Mon said stunned.

"If one day you expect to be king...," Nura continued.

"I do," Mon said arrogantly.

"Then start behaving like one," Nura ordered.

In another room, Imra came to see Kara alone. "I came to see if you were alright. I mean, I know how you feel from downstairs but...,"

"I see a dark loveless cave with no light, no hope, and you fucking Mon in the middle of it," Kara admitted.

"I see," Imra nodded. "Mon will come around, eventually. In the meantime, I'll continue to enjoy his company. You know, he's quite Insane."

"I'm past that point now. And if Mon can't give me the love and security I deserve, then I have no option but to terminate him," Kara said bluntly.

Imra frowned as she read her mind. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Why not?" Kara challenged.

"Let's just say it wouldn't end well for you," Imra warned.

"Is that a threat?" Kara advanced on her.

"There's a lot at stake here than just your petty drama. There are enemies out there in the galaxy that could destroy both of our worlds. The center of your universe should not be yourself but your people. Kara Zor-El, you have been tested by me these last few months. I wanted to know whether you would put your people first or if you would allow this fake affair to derail you. So far, I'm unimpressed," Imra said.

"I could destroy you for this," Kara said to her.

"I'm not even in the room with you," Imra smirked as her form became translucent. "I'm only in your head."

"I'll hunt you down, bitch," Kara promised.

"Again, you put your emotions ahead of intergalactic diplomacy between our worlds. You're unfit to lead," Imra chided.

"And you're unfit to be an ambassador. You think you can pull this stunt on me as you would on other worlds?" Kara asked.

"On other worlds, it wouldn't work because their leadership is not nearly as weak-minded as you. I'm not your enemy, Kara. I'm your highest-ranking Vindicator, remember? I'm here to make you better for your people and to serve our interests," Imra said. "I'm not going mind-rape you so you have to make the right decision. You have to do it on your own."

"Okay," Kara relented.

Metropolis

The Metropolis Cathedral was packed with humans and curious aliens that had never seen an Insane-Kryptonian wedding before. Brainiac 5 presided over the wedding acting as Pope Barney I at the altar. Mon was in front wearing his ceremonial Insane armor and cape. Kara entered the cathedral wearing a white wedding dress with the House of El crest on her chest. With both sets of parents long gone, Kara walked down the aisles of her own accord while wearing a veil. The humans eyed the spectacle not having had a wedding like this in the last thousand years. Kara joined Mon who was alone without a best man. He, likewise, had lost all his male comrades with the fleet including his father.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all," Pope Barney I declared.

"And with your spirit," the people replied.

"Welcome, all of you. We are gathered here today for one of the happiest occasions in all human life, to celebrate before God the marriage of a Jin-Saiyan man and a Kryptonian woman who love each other. Marriage is a most honorable estate, created and Instituted by God, signifying unto us the mystical union, which also exists between Christ and the Church; so too may this marriage be adorned by true and abiding love," Pope Barney continued.

"Who is it that brings this woman to this man?" he questioned.

"We do," the entire congregation replied.

"Now, the Bride and Groom will come forward to light two individual candles, symbolic of the individuality of those who stand here before me," Pope Barney I ordered. Kara and Mon both held lit candles as they stood before him.

"Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness? What harmony is there between Christ and Belial? Or what does a believer have in common with an unbeliever? What agreement is there between the temple of God and idols? For we are the temple of the living God," a lector recited.

"Thanks be to God," the congregation said together.

"Each man should have sexual relations with his own wife, and each woman with her own husband. The husband should fulfill his marital duty to his wife, and likewise the wife to her husband. The wife does not have authority over her own body but yields it to her husband. In the same way, the husband does not have authority over his own body but yields it to his wife. Do not deprive each other except perhaps by mutual consent and for a time, so that you may devote yourselves to prayer. Then come together again so that Satan will not tempt you because of your lack of self-control," the lector recited.

"Thanks be to God," the congregation said together.

Pope Barney I then read the Gospel passage. "The kingdom of heaven is like a king who prepared a wedding banquet for his son. He sent his servants to those who had been invited to the banquet to tell them to come, but they refused to come. Then he sent some more servants and said, 'Tell those who have been invited that I have prepared my dinner: My oxen and fattened cattle have been butchered, and everything is ready. Come to the wedding banquet.' But they paid no attention and went off—one to his field, another to his business. The rest seized his servants, mistreated them, and killed them. The king was enraged. He sent his army and destroyed those murderers and burned their city."

Pope Barney I paused for dramatic effect. "Then he said to his servants, 'The wedding banquet is ready, but those I invited did not deserve to come. So go to the street corners and invite to the banquet anyone you find.' So the servants went out into the streets and gathered all the people they could find, the bad as well as the good, and the wedding hall was filled with guests," he concluded.

"The Gospel of the Lord," he said raising the book into the air.

"Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ," the congregation said together.

Pope Barney I then made his homily/sermon to the congregation viewed by everyone around the world. "In the next life, no one is married nor given in marriage. All are equal in love where sexuality is a thing of the past. Indeed, it is better to not be married and be one with God and only God. Marriage is a concession for it is better to be married than to burn in lust and become damned. For every wife is concerned with the needs of her husband and every husband is concerned with the needs of his wife. But everyone that takes a vow of celibacy and keeps it has only concern for God. But for those of you who are married, the Lord God commands you to be fruitful and multiply, presumably above replacement level. There are those who are called to evangelize and there are those called upon to breed and then there are a rare few that can do both. Whatever our vocation is whether it be to remain celibate in the service of God or married with children, it all serves the Kingdom of God."

The rings were then blessed by Pope Barney I. Kara and Mon exchanged the rings on their fingers three times to signify the weakness of one will be compensated for by the other.

Kara and Mon then held a lit candle in their left hands while holding hands with their right. Pope Barney I then placed wedding crowns on both their heads only to swap them between them three times to indicate their interchangeable nature. Kara and Mon then took three sips from the same wine chalice signifying that they would share in each other's glories and divide their suffering.

"The crowns you wear are crowns of martyrdom. Kara Zor-El, you relinquish your life in the service of your husband. Mon-El, you relinquish your life in the service of your wife. You are no longer two but one. What God has brought together, let no man separate," Pope Barney I declared.

"Do you accept this teaching of the church?" Pope Barney asked them.

Kara and Mon gave each other looks. "I do," they both said together.

Author's Notes: Finally, after all that drama, the wedding finally happened. In the comics, Imra and Mon are never married. So, as a nod to CW, there is some romantic tension between Kara, Imra, and Mon. A lot was borrowed from The Crown Season 4 so thank you, Prince Charles and Diana for showing us all how to do it right.