Camila's POV
The Next Morning
I expected the tension from last night to fade by morning.
I was wrong.
Nathaniel was colder than ever.
He barely acknowledged me when I entered the dining hall, his attention fixed on whatever report he was reading. When I sat down across from him, he didn't even look up.
I clenched my fists under the table, staring at him in disbelief.
This was the same man who had publicly claimed me last night. Who had thrown a ring on my finger like it was some declaration of war.
And now?
Now I was nothing to him.
I stabbed my fork into the eggs on my plate, my appetite nonexistent.
"Are you going to ignore me forever?" I muttered.
Nathaniel flipped a page in his report. "I'm not ignoring you."
I scoffed. "Oh, really? Because it sure feels like it."