Star Crossed

Chapter 1

Prince Mon-El of Daxam stood looking at the spaceship that had flown into their airspace from his balcony. Even though they were used to having visitors from other planets, Mon-El still found it fascinating how advanced space research had become. And as he was dying to explore the universe himself, he knew he would be shrinking his desires as the Crown was going to land on his head soon.

And so, he had dug up a grave, dumped his dreams of becoming a space researcher and moved on with his life as the Crown Prince.

"Your Highness," he heard a voice calling him as someone walked into his room. "They are almost here. Should I call the varlet to get a shirt out for you?"

Mon-El turned around to see his chief guard, Hal-An bow down to him and gesture for the varlet to fetch him a shirt. Mon-El had been standing wearing nothing but pants as he stood looking at the spaceship flying towards the castle.

And there was also the fact that Hal-An was his best friend—his only trusted friend on Daxam—and the prince had given him the permission to enter his chambers whenever he wanted, expect for nights when he was seeking pleasure with some woman whose face he forgot the very next day.

"Royal robes?" Mon-El asked his friend as he turned around to see the varlet awaiting his orders.

"Nothing too formal, just noble. How about a white dress shirt and you can wear your cloak over it?" Hal-An suggested.

Mon-El gave him a smirk and nodded. Hal-An gestured for the varlet to get the clothes out. Mon-El quickly put on the shirt and slipped his arms into the cloak the varlet held out for him. Dismissing the varlet, he turned to face Hal-An.

"Any idea why the Kryptonians are being invited to our kingdom?"

Hal-An nodded. "Yes, Your Highness, it is the time to renew the peace treaty between Daxam and Krypton. But His Majesty, the King has been kind enough to invite the house of El, the nobles of Krypton."

"Very well, let's go and greet our guests, shall we?" Mon-El walked out of the room, followed by Hal-An. By the time they had made their way towards the great hall, they could see the Kryptonians seated and having a conversation with the King and the Queen. When they saw him walk in, they all rose and faced him, except for a young girl and a little boy with her who were busy admiring the nature outside the windows.

"Ah! You're here, Son." King Lar gave him a pleasant smile. "Come and meet our guests. This Zor-El and his lovely wife, Allura. And his brother, Jor-El and his beautiful wife, Lara... This is my son, Prince Mon-El."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Zor-El said as he moved forward to greet Mon-El.

"Likewise. Has your journey been pleasant?" Mon-El enquired, his eyes suddenly falling on the young girl who had finally turned around after hearing all the voices. He turned his complete attention to her, ignoring the Kryptonians who were talking to him. The girl must have been around eighteen or younger. With her golden locks and enchanting blue eyes that reminded him of the comets, she might have been one of the most beautiful women he had laid his eyes upon.

"Oh, where are my manners?" Mon-El heard Zor-El speak. "This is my dearest daughter, Kara and my nephew, Kal-El."

Young Kal-El quickly approached the prince and held his hand out to him. When Mon-El smiled and shook his hand, Kal-El asked, "Are you really the prince? I'm Kal-El. And this is my cousin, Kara. Would you show us around? Your planet seems nice, and I would really like to look around and see for myself."

"Kal, no!" were the first words Kara spoke, her eyes shooting up to look at the prince's reaction.

Mon-El smiled and nodded. "I would be delighted to show you around, Kal-El. And of course, Lady Kara, it is a pleasure to meet you." Mon-El grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it, making her blush lightly. She had heard of the Daxamite customs, but it did feel strange witnessing them firsthand.