Khalid.

[He repeats it, and while it wasn't a perfect pronunciation it wasn't awful. A clear indication of trying.]

You are to be my husband, [he states, bringing the teacup to his lips, so he can offer a cooling breath to blow the steam away.] So it is less a courtesy and more of duty. I will not abide any disrespect towards you, and if there is anything said when I am not in the vicinity, I wish for you to tell me.

[He asks this calmly, taking a sip of his tea. Two creams, no sugar. He set the saucer on his lap, glancing back to Khalid before continuing.]

Our King, one of his most trusted and loyal friends is a man from Duscar. Dedue. He has faced much scrutiny, yet Dimitri is always swift to put people in their places. I will aspire to do the same.

[Felix was a cold and distant man, yet he had his morals. While he never quite liked Dedue, it had nothing to do with the color of his skin or the fact he was from Duscar. It was how blindly he would follow and practically worship Dimitri. That never sat right with him, but who was he to judge their relationship?]

I will never ask anything of you, so if you were worried that I would try to make a move on you, be at ease. There is no heir on the line.