Star Crossed

Chapter 27

Mon-El decided it was getting late and that they should head back. If they were going to leave, they had to go unnoticed. And Mon-El knew that wasn't going to be easy. They had to plan first. And if his mother were ever to find out, Mon-El knew his life would be living hell and they would never allow Kara to return to Daxam. And they would have to kiss the peace treaty goodbye.

Aermy flew them back home and landed in her courtyard. Mon-El then took Kara's hand in his and led her towards the castle, once patting Aermy's head and telling her to rest. Leaving Daxam meant leaving Aermy as well. And Mon-El knew Aermy would die of heartbreak if he left her.

He walked Kara to her room and noticed there were no guards there. Pushing her against the wall, he kissed her frantically. When he moved away, he breathed against her lips, "We will find a way. You need to rest now. Your parents will be expecting to see you in the morning."

Kara nodded and gave him a quick peck before going into her room. She had faith in them. They could do this. They had to!

Mon-El went back to his own room. There were two guards stationed outside his room. They bowed to him as soon as they saw him. Mon-El dismissed them and told them not to let anyone in his room and for him not to be disturbed. He fell asleep as soon as his back hit the bed.

He was woken up the next morning with the sun hitting his face. Mon-El frowned as he sat up to see a guard bowing near his bed.

"Who let you in?" Mon-El demanded. "What do you want?!"

"Your Highness, I have an urgent message from His Majesty the King."

"Give it to me." Mon-El held his hand out for the scroll.

It was indeed a message from his father, asking him to join him and the Royal family of Asheon for breakfast. Mon-El groaned and threw the scroll on the bed.

"Leave. Send the Varlet," Mon-El said as he got up and headed to the bath chamber.

There was a dress code. He had a diplomatic uniform made in all black – shirt, pants and coat with golden buttons and embroidery. The Varlet was quick with the clothes and fetched him the crest of the house of Gand that Mon-El pinned to his coat. Combing his hair, he looked at himself in the mirror once before he took the ceremonial sword from its place and put it on his belt.

When Mon-El stepped out, there were two guards waiting for him. They bowed and walked behind him as he made his way towards the great dining hall.

The Royal family of Asheon was waiting outside the hall in the lounge. They greeted the Prince with a bow. They were all soon welcomed into the dining hall and the King was last to join them. Mon-El had made small talk while his father was away.

Mon-El sat on the King's right hand side, he lowered his voice and asked, "Your Majesty, I assumed the Queen would be joining us. Is she well?"

"Your mother hasn't left her bedchamber since she found out about Ean and Princess Eliz. The castle is much peaceful now, isn't it?" The King joked as he leaned back against his chair. He then began to talk to the Prince of Asheon.

Mon-El couldn't help but notice how the Prince's daughter, Lady Kaydel was seated besides him. He had met her twice before, all diplomatic events. She was awfully polite and always asked the best questions, taking a lot of interest in Daxam's politics and wellbeing. But something didn't sit right. The Prince and Princess of Asheon looked pleased. Mon-El knew it wasn't just the food. Then it struck him. Kaydel was Eliz's replacement. She was the woman he was supposed to marry. No wonder her parents looked so happy as they talked to the King about Daxam's future.

The young Prince wanted to run away. This was all happening too soon. He had to find a way to leave the planet with Kara. There was no way he was marrying Kaydel or any other woman!