Lancelot narrows his eyes at you. The two of you are alone in the dining hall, the rest of the red army has left as soon as you arrived with your platter. They could all sense the tension and Lancelot isn’t making an effort to alleviate it.

He sets his fork down, the table rumbles from the force. The entirety of Red Territory knows that Lancelot is fully invested in the war efforts to take down Black Army so this arranged marriage doesn’t help him in the slightest and he wants you to be fully aware of the matter.

“You should return to your room after dinner. The army and I have much to discuss.” Despite not outright kicking you out, it’s clear he doesn’t want you being there. Maybe under better circumstances he could learn to love you, but right now, you’re a distraction.