"How's my pet today?" The king of hell entered my cell without warning.
"I am not your pet." I growled at him.
"Oh but you are. I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want to." He smirked.
We stared at each other for a few moments, me glaring and him smirking.
"Unchain her." He ordered his minions.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as one of the minions unchained me. I watched as Crowley made a motion for me to follow and walked away. I stood up on shaky legs and followed, still confused.
"Welcome, to your much upgraded room." Crowley pushed open a door to reveal the biggest and best room I've ever seen.
My mouth dropped open and my entire body filled with shock. I'm a prisoner aren't I?
"Now, shower and get dressed and have Daryl here escort you to the throne room." Crowley smiled, a genuine smile and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
I did as told and showered quickly, loving the feeling of warm water down my back and soap lathered in my hair. I climbed reluctantly from the shower and wrapped my body in a towel before entering the fully stocked closet. Everything was black, which didn't surprise me. I settled for a simple black dress, a black leather jacket, and some heels which made me an increasing three inches taller.
I exited the room and Daryl motioned for me to follow him to the throne room. He opened the door for me and I gave him a small thank you.
"Well don't you look beautiful." Crowley smiled.
He motioned for all the demons to leave the door and once the door shut, he approached me.
"I understand you're probably very confused on why I let you out and why I'm doing all of this." Crowley said, stopping in front of me, only a foot away.
"Extremely." I answered.
"Well I'll tell you. I've been noticing you these past few weeks and I noticed how strong you are. You've managed to still be feisty even after weeks of torture, not to mention your strong physically. I admire you, Y/N." He told me, slowly circling me.
"Why the hell are you telling me all this?" I asked, annoyed.
"I'm telling you because I want to ask your hand in marriage, and for you to become the new queen of hell." He smirked.
I debated in my mind. I could either say no and be tortured for the rest of my existence or I could say yes and live a life of royalty. Which would you choose?
"Okay." I agreed.
"Okay? Just like that?" He asked, genuinely surprised.
"Just like that." I nodded.
"That was easier than expected." He muttered.
He pulled a black box from his pocket and pulled a ring from inside, gently grabbing my hand and slipping the ring on.
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"Black, no surprise there." I giggled.
He looked up at me softly and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"Well love, I think you should get some rest. I'll escort you back to your room." He smiled.
Not a smirk or a cocky look, a genuine happy smile. I don't think I've ever seen one on Crowley's face.
But nevertheless I let him walked me back. He had a hand firmly planted on my waist as we walked, but in a way, I liked it there.
