[Let's be real their life was already some kind of soap. A princess and a delusional peasant?]

It's...more like I hadn't argued against her correction of how she feels. "Don't you dare imply it is anything other than my own will. On this matter, I cannot allow it to be said otherwise." I couldn't even hope to refute that, so I didn't, and she seemed satisfied with that...

[Those words stuck with him particularly hard, which might be noticeable in the way he says them.]