Star Crossed

Chapter 2

To say that Kal-El was happy would have been the understatement of the century. The second he got down after a rather breathtaking ride on Mon-El's dragon, he ran straight back to the castle to tell his parents what he had just done. Kal-El was only seven, and his parents knew they would have said no if he had asked their permission, but the Prince was old enough—in his mid twenties—to not let anything bad happen to their son.

"And then we flew over the river, it was so biggg," Kal-El narrated his very first dragon flying experience to his uncle, Zor-El, who sat listening to him with a bright smile on his face. When Zor-El finally asked his daughter if she had a good time looking around, Kara's eyes unwantedly shot up to Mon-El, who was suppressing a grin. She quickly lied about liking her short walk.

Mon-El smiled at them pleasantly as he spoke, "I need to be somewhere, if you would excuse me. Do have a pleasant evening."

When the Els had said their goodbyes, the Prince left the great hall without another glance. Kara watched him leave and a part of her wanted to follow him and talk to him, to tell him never to touch her again; but another part of her needed exactly what she didn't want.

Mon-El had left the guests and headed straight to a gathering, knowing he would get exactly what he needed there. He could see that Hal-An didn't want to be here. His friend didn't like partaking in the merriments. At first, Mon-El had his doubts; he used to wonder if Hal-An was not interested in the beautiful women at the court, but the day he saw Hal-An secretly meeting with none other their oldest friend, Zora, Mon-El knew his friend was in love. It was a surprise to Mon-El why Hal-An hadn't married Zora yet.

"You can leave if you want," Mon-El said to Hal-An before entering the hall. "I'm sure you don't want to keep her waiting."

Hal-An stiffened. "Nothing like that, Your Highness. I can stay as long as you wish."

"Then go. I want you to go now." Mon-El winked at him and walked into the hall. As soon as he stepped in, many eyes fell on him. So many seductive glances and not-so-subtle touches, but amongst the crowd, his eyes still searched for the beautiful blue comets.

Shaking his head at the women who were ready to throw themselves at him, he made his way towards the corner where people were taking drugs.

"What have you got here?" he asked, looking at the drugs that lay in front of him in small beakers.

"Your Highness, the usual. Pleasure and ecstasy. Calmness. Distraction," the man dealing answered.

The fact that Mon-El was in need of all of them after pinning up the Kryptonian against a tree earlier... He kneaded his temple and asked for the Distraction.

"Would you like to take it as it is or smoke, Your Highness?" the man asked.

"Smoke."

The man nodded and quickly wrapped it up and handed it over to Mon-El, who in return paid him one gold coin and walked out of the hall in a hurry. He could have sat there, enjoyed a dance or two, but he didn't feel like doing that now. Right now all he wanted was to see the Kryptonian girl, to tease her some more.

Grinning, he made his way towards her chamber. As he had guessed, she hadn't locked the door, so he walked in without knocking.

Kara had been lying on the bed, facing the other side, but when she heard the door open, she sat up straight, panic taking over her. Her eyes softened when she saw Mon-El closing the door and smirking at her. But anger took over as she demanded, "What are you doing here?"

Mon-El shrugged. "Last time I checked, I was the Prince of Daxam and this castle belonged to me. So that means I can walk into any chamber whenever I want."