"Since when did you be so disobedient?" Lancelot sighed, his worried gaze fixed on you. Your older stepbrother always knows how to make you believe that he really means this.

"Everything I do is for your own good." Again. Still lying. To conceal his control over you. You two would be nothing if his father hadn't married your mother. Lancelot gently stroked your back, his hand sliding down to smooth out the wrinkles in your clothes.

"You should let go of that relationship." It's a command.