Marvel imagines pt.4

How do you think it feels (pt.2) 🌿 Royal!Tony

Song: Novo Amor - anchor.

'Don't you dare talk to our son like that!, don't forget why you're here!, not to love but to please him in any way he likes...'

Those words his father  spoke to you, have been echoing through your head all day as you stare out of the window.

After your outburst, his parents were extremely mad at you,, especially his father, his mother on the other hand seemed more understanding, clearly she fakes the anger towards you, and since Wanda was send back home, you had nobody left.

His father slapped you across the face, causing a huge bruise to form on your right cheek. Even though you know you don't deserve to be treated like this, there's still this voice in the back of your head saying you do.

That you must've done something wrong that makes such a punishment justified. Could you have been more kind to people? Was there something you should have done that you didn't do?

You sigh as your gaze drops to your hands, your diamond ring shining in your eyes as the sunlight hits it.

It would all be worth it, your people would be safe, your legacy would go on. This is just another sour apple you had to bite through, right?

Your eyes move up and you see the children playing in the courtyard. A small smile makes its way into your face when you hear their laughter and see their happiness. You sigh, wishing that you could go back to that age, where the most complicated thing was to determine who is your best friend, you know because you thought you could only have one.

A tear unknowingly makes its way down your face and drips onto your hand. You blink a few times before wiping the following tear off of your cheek.

You take a shake breath with closed eyes. No you wouldn't cry again. It hasn't gotten you anywhere and it never will. To them it will never matter.

A knock on the door startles you. You remain seated where you are, you do not want anyone entering, especially anyone of the royal family.

'Y/n?' Of course it's Anthony. 'Y/n I know you're in there..'

'Go away... I do not wish to see anyone...' you reply as stern as possible.

'I want to talk... really talk this time...'

'And what if I don't?'

'Please..' he pleads sadly and you swallow the large lump in your throat as you slowly stand up and make your way over to the door.

Your hands tremble as you reach for the lock. A million thoughts, good and bad, cloud your mind as you turn the key around and unlocking the door before stepping back.

Anthony expected you to yell or to completely ignore him, but not that you would open the door. He holds his breath as he takes you in. You awkwardly avert your eyes, your hand sliding up your other arm and resting there as you wait for him to start speaking.

'I want to apologise... I didn't give you a fair chance, and I didn't give myself the chance to get to know you better..'

You step back to let him in, shutting the door behind him again and leaning against it. You still don't look at him and it makes him hurt inside a little that His own wife can't stand to look at him.

'I'm sorry I've made your life so miserable.. I thought it could be like my parents, they don't love each other but they made it work...in their own way... i now see that..'

'Good...' you finally look at him. Eyes tired and dull.

It scares him that they don't hold the happiness and life they once used to. 'It's no excuse, but I haven't exactly had the best example... and I want to do better... I don't deserve to but... I want to get to know you, no pressure this time, just.. you and I..' his eyes are pleading and you can't help but falter a bit.