Kara leaned back against the plush sofa in the penthouse suite, England's conquest already playing out in her mind as Jean's psychic work wove itself into the highest ranks of British society. The whispers had already begun. By tomorrow, Parliament would be abuzz with the shocking revelation that Kara Zor-El was the true heir to King Arthur, a rightful Queen England had somehow conveniently misplaced in history. She swirled her drink absently, glancing at Jean across the room, who looked equally composed. "How's it coming?" Kara asked lazily. Jean exhaled softly, rubbing her temples. "It's done. They believe it. By the time we make our first public appearance, they'll be scrambling to 'verify' history that never existed."
Wanda crossed one leg over the other, watching Kara with an amused glint in her eye. "So what now? We just wait for the monarchy to roll over?"
Kara grinned. "Oh no, Wanda. This is where we start rewriting the monarchy. Brick by brick."
Before another word could be spoken, the double doors to the suite burst open. The sound echoed through the room as every member of L.E.Y.A. turned sharply to face the uninvited guest. Standing in the doorway was a young man clad in regal, medieval attire, his stance defiant, his presence unmistakably absurd. He possessed Excalibur at his hip.
"What the hell are you doing?!" His voice rang out, filled with righteous fury. "I am the rightful heir of King Arthur, and you're all committing high treason against the true ruler of England! By declaring yourself the rightful ruler of my country, stop this at once."
The silence that followed was deafening.
The entire room—L.E.Y.A., Mystique, even the low-ranking Brotherhood cronies—slowly turned their heads toward the man. Kara blinked at him from the couch, visibly unimpressed, her drink still in her hand. The only sound in the room was the distant hum of the city below.
Rogue let out a slow exhale, resting her elbow on the armrest. "Did that guy just walk into a lair of superpowered villains… and start making demands?"
Storm, standing near the balcony, didn't even turn. "I think he did."
Jean tilted her head slightly, examining the man as if he were some sort of endangered species. "That was… bold."
"I am Arthur Arthurian—last son of King Arthur! I hold the holy sword Excalibur, proof of my divine right to rule England!" His grip tightened on the hilt. His eyes locked onto Kara. "You! You have spread malicious rumors to the people of England, claiming my throne! I demand that you cease this evil plot at once!"
The room remained still.
Kara slowly set her drink down on the glass table, her fingers tapping lightly against the rim of the glass as she let his words settle. Then, ever so calmly, she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
"So, you're telling me," she said, her voice calm, steady, almost amused, "that you possess Excalibur—that sword on your hip—the one that proves you're the heir to King Arthur?"
Arthur crossed his arms, his chin lifting in pride. "That's right! You must renounce your false claim!"
Kara inhaled slowly, exchanging glances with the rest of L.E.Y.A. before turning her attention back to the man. "Arthur," she said carefully, tilting her head. "Honey… you do realize that you just walked into a room full of very evil, overpowered women… right?"
She gestured vaguely toward the assembled chaos incarnate around her. Jean, Wanda, Storm, Rogue, Mystique—each one a walking catastrophe in her own right.
"This room?" Kara continued, gesturing around her. "Soundproof. Reinforced walls. Literally built to withstand an atomic-level fight." She let the words settle, watching as Arthur's confidence faltered slightly.
Arthur squared his shoulders, though there was a noticeable bead of sweat forming near his temple. "You wouldn't dare lay a hand on the rightful King of England, chosen by God Himself!"
Kara stared at him for a long moment. Then, without breaking eye contact, she turned to Mystique.
"Mystique," she said smoothly. "Would we really lay hands on the rightful King of England just so I can secure my illegitimate claim to the throne?"
Mystique didn't even hesitate. "Oh yeah. Totally."
There was a collective nod of agreement from the rest of the room.
Arthur visibly tensed.
Kara exhaled, rolling her shoulders. "See, that's what I thought."
Arthur's hand shot to his sword, yanking it from its sheath. The moment the blade was fully drawn, the entire room was bathed in radiant light. A wave of divine energy surged outward, filling the space with an unmistakable aura of power.
Excalibur hummed, its voice resonating like an ethereal choir.
"You shall not pass! None shall lay hands on the True King of England!"
For a brief moment, even L.E.Y.A. had to acknowledge the sheer presence of the weapon.
Then Kara blinked.
And blinked again.
She squinted slightly. "That's a… nice flashlight you have there."
Arthur took a step forward, emboldened by the sword's power. "You cannot—"
Kara moved.
It was effortless.
A single step. A casual slap across the face was all it took.
The impact echoed through the suite.
A sharp, clean CRACK!
Arthur's head snapped sideways.
His entire body crumpled like a marionette whose strings had been violently severed.
A dull thud followed as he hit the ground, his now-lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling.
Silence.
Kara exhaled, rolling her wrist slightly as if shaking off the effort of the slap. Then, without fanfare, she reached down and picked up Excalibur.
The sword—once glowing brilliantly—now dimmed slightly, as if realizing it had been forcibly repossessed.
Kara held it up, turning it in her hand, feeling the weight of it.
"Huh," she mused, inspecting the blade. "Neat."
She turned to her harem, the sword casually resting against her shoulder. "So, I guess that makes me the new rightful Queen of England?"
Rogue, watching all of this unfold, exhaled through her nose. "By the rules of natural selection? Yeah."
Wanda, nodding slightly, added, "Divine right by slap strength."
Mystique crossed her arms. "Well, England has a new ruler and now its legitimate."
Storm, finally cracking the barest hint of a smile, lifted as she lifted her head slightly. "We get to call you Queen Kara now!"
Kara turned Excalibur in her grip, letting the weight of it settle. "Now," she murmured, half to herself, half to the kingdom she was about to conquer, "what should I do with my new kingdom?"
The true heir of King Arthur has fallen but will the legendary sword, Excalibur fall just as easily?
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