Deadly Beautiful (SuperCorp Medieval AU)

Part 59

or the one where things begin and we are all in stealth mode

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Kara pulled the hood of her cloak up over her head and across her armor. She looked to the others and made sure their faces were covered as well. Briana Vazquez blushed deeply when Kara's gaze went to her. The younger woman had stepped up as Kara's right hand when Kara had assumed her position as Lena's General and Winn had taken over the training of their forces. Vazquez was not quite the lieutenant Winn Schott had been, but she was trustworthy and dependable. She looked up to Kara as though the blonde woman could do no wrong. Kara was not much of one to revel in the hero worship, but she was not complaining either.

"We are all clear on the plan? Yes?" Kara asked as they approached the servant's doors.

"Stay out of sight, make no noise, and find a way to get to Lex before the rest of our people get through the gates. We have to be fast, but we have to be quiet as well. This is how we are going to put an end to it all. " Winn said in almost the exact same manner he had heard Kara tell them over and over again. She had an innate ability to ingrain plans into their minds like she was burning them into their brains.

Servants, servers, and cooks of all sizes, shapes, and colors bustled in and out of the service entry to prepare for the wedding. The four of them were easily able to blend in amongst them and disappear into the castle. Vazquez went with James down one hall lead down to the cells and M'gann's workshop. Kara and Winn headed up the stairs towards the living quarters. If Lex Luthor were anywhere preparing for his impending nuptials, he would be there.

Kara wanted to say a few things to their king... for so long as he could be called such. She had more than a little on her mind, and she needed to share. No one else would do. If at all possible, she intended to hold the man for long enough that Lena could say her piece to him as well. It had the potential to be therapeutic for all of them.

Winn took the stairs two at a time with Kara directly on his heels as she kept a close eye on him. They stopped at the top and glanced around the corner for guards. There were only three of them and they were easily taken out of the picture even without drawing weapons. Kara was certain the people she and Winn had trained were better than that. She made a mental note, if they come out of this battle intact, to have Lena put Winn in the position of Master at Arms. He seemed to have a knack for training.

From her prior explorations, and Lena's information, Kara knew Lex occupied the far east wing. The chapel was almost directly one floor below and she could only just hear the noise of preparations if she strained her ears. As she listened, Kara could hear more boots and voices coming around the corner.

"In here." Kara said in a gruff voice. She swung open the first door available and dragged Winn inside after her. Even while he reoriented himself, she was scanning the room.

A girl who could not be more than five years younger than Kara stood looking pale and terrified, but she was not screaming just yet. Judging purely by what she wore, Kara could understand the girl's reasons. It was a beautiful dress; white like the driven snow, made of the finest materials available, and likely worth more money than Kara had ever seen in her life. She was pretty despite the horror on her face. Kara knew she had to rescue this girl.

"Are you the bride?" Kara asked, approaching her with open hands and pulling her hood down so the girl could look her in the face. "Please, you do not have to be afraid of me. I know you are not Samantha Arias. We have come to get you out of here. The real Lady Arias is safe as well."

"Oh... okay. Who- who will go out there, then?" the girl asked.

"I will." Kara answered and Winn choked at her declaration. That had not been a part of the plan. "He'll get the surprise of his life. I guarantee it."

"Fine. I will handle everything else on our end. Please, just be smart about this." Winn said as he massaged his face with the heels of his hands. He found Kara Danvers exhausting but magnetic. "I will get Ms... I am sorry, I do not know your name."

"Laurel, Laurel Lance." she said softly. Her voice was still terror-stricken.

"I will get Ms.Lance to safety, but I will come right back, General. You are not going to get rid of me that easily." he gave Kara a meaningful look that very plainly told her not to die without him around.

"As you say, Lord Schott." Kara said as she pulled the ceremonial robe over her other clothing and armor. It was a rich lavender material that simmered in the changing light. The robe was embroidered with intertwining white and gold thread to indicate the outlines of very delicate flowers. She ran her fingers across the fabric admiringly "I will either be here or getting married when you are done."

"We are almost there my friend, we will see the other side soon. Keep your eyes on the prize." Winn said in an attempt at encouragement.

"Be safe, Winn." Kara said, doing her best to encourage him not to die either in her own way. He was her best friend and she did not want anything to happen to him.

"I just want you to know that I think this is a horrible idea. It has the possibility to be truly hilarious, but it is a terrible idea." Winn scoffed and clapped her on the back on his way out.

"Well, I thought I looked pretty nice in this get-up." Kara scoffed to herself and cleared her gladius in the scabbard. She had honed the edge to a razor-sharp edge. Kara was nearly certain she could slice a hair or cut a piece of paper with the blade. Cleaning her weaponry had become something of a ritualistic meditation time for her.

Kara flipped her hood up more tightly over her head to hid her face more thoroughly. She turned her back to the door and placed a mirror in front of herself to see anyone who might come into the room behind her. Kara was not very worried, she had seen the skill level of Crown trained soldiers. She was confident it would take at least ten to bring her down.