A devil's game(OC AU)

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-Warnings: cursing, blood?, alcohol reference, bad writing-

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A couple of minutes later after the gossipy feast, the guards escorted the Royal members back to their rooms. except, instead of taking Diana to her room, they took her to The Kings room.

"And why are you taking me this way?" Diana asked, still having that stupid grin on her face.

"The king had asked us to escort you to his room instead-" one of the guards stated.

"And you didn't tell me beforehand?" She replied, saying it as if it was a crime not to tell her.

"Hah- Sorry my Queen, I didn't know, I'm sorry" The guard apologized, stopping to bow down infront of her.

"Ehh, it's fine (°-_-)ノ" Diana sighed, softly bowing down to show 'apologies accepted'.

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They soon arrived to the kings room, which was much more well keep and clean than Diana's by the way, with near the big window, the king laid in a undid button-up and tight black jeans. He was in one of those rolly chair that had gotton famous around the kingdom so he bought one, but dared not to give Diana one, how selfish of him!

"Hello?" The King said, snapping Diana out of her thoughts, "are you alright?"

Diana looked him up and down, "what would you like to know?" She scoffed, turning her head to the side.

The King sighed and grabbed her chin and turned her towards him, "I hope you know I summoned you here for a reason-"

"Well then!" Diana spat, "what is it?!"

The King sighed and went back over towards the window, after a second or two, Diana realized that he wanted her to follow him.

He looked out the window, "why do you think your here?"

"Uhh because you told the guards to-"

"No not that," he turned towards her, "why your in the place that you are, as Queen?"

She thought for a moment, " 'Cause my mom made me-"

"Really? Thats it?" The King asked, "not to lead the kingdom? or help the poor?"

"Well i-"

"Or not to make sure we dont go into a war with other countries? Or making sure everyone is fed? Or making me-"

"I mean if it makes you-... Whatever then I don't.. Really care..." Diana mumbled.

"You don't care about my well being?" The King snapped, stand up, slightly towering over her, maybe because he was standing on elevated floor.

"No I didn't mean it like that-"

"You don't care if Im happy? Sad? Angry even?!" He spat, walking towards her, leading her to stumble back, "I hope you know I care about you, to the death of me and THIS is how you repay me?!"

He grabbed the collar of her shirt and slammed her against the nearby wall, "After everything I've fucking given you?! THIS IS HOW?!?"

Diana stayed quiet, just looking down towards the floor.

"GODDAMMIT AWNSER ME, DIANA?!" He yelled, throwing her onto the ground, that seem to snap her back into Reality as she soon realized why he was doing this. The King does this anytime he lose something, control. As if he cant live with out it.