Arranged to an riddle

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Y/N POV:

Voldemort now called you and mattheo downstairs for dinner, even though all you wanted to do was stay in your so room you knew you can't disobey the dark lord. 

When you walk down the flight of stairs, you see that a plate of food is ready for you. The dark lord started speaking as you sat down in attempts to make the situation less awkward. He then turns to face your dish of food and watches as you use your fork to move the food around. When Voldemort questioned you about why you hadn't eaten, you shovelled a spoonful of food into your mouth and asked to use the bathroom. 

once you walk away from the table you did not notice Mattheo following you, you enter the bathroom and start to trow up the food that you just ate. 

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Mattheo entered without waiting for a response. You could feel the tension in the air, and you braced yourself for him to say some thing but he left he did not say anything to me at all. 

MATTHEOS POV: 

Mattheo watched as she walked towards the bathroom, and he couldn't help but feel worried about her. He knew she was struggling with the situation they were in, and he didn't blame her. 

As he followed her, he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over him. He knew that their arranged marriage was causing her so much pain, and he wished there was a way to make it easier for her. When he entered the bathroom, he saw her throwing up the food from dinner, he felt a mix of emotions - concern, anger, and disgust. without knowing what to do he just left. As he left the bathroom, he felt a pang of guilt for not saying anything but just thought that its her own matter and i need to mind my own business. 

Y/N POV:

When I got to the table i sat there for a while and before leaving to my room Voldemort had another announcement. the last time he had a announcement it had ruined my life, i was hoping that this one good but that same weird feeling i had told me that it will not be good.

" Y/N will be staying in Mattheo's room from tomorrow" 

As soon as you heard those words, your heart sank. You were uncomfortable with the idea of having to share a room with Mattheo, who you hardly knew and had a complicated relationship with. Although you were hoping that the Dark Lord would be merciful and give you some privacy, that didn't seem to be the case. You couldn't help but feel like a prisoner, with no way out of this palace.

MATTHEO POV: 

With a twisted expression of rage, Mattheo pounded loudly on the table with his fists. He couldn't believe what had been said. Although Y/N didn't matter to him, the idea of having to share his space with her infuriated him. He yelled, "This is ridiculous, I won't let her in my room, it's my private space!" He gave Voldemort an angry glare, expecting him to change his mind. Mattheo stormed out of the room when the Dark Lord wouldn't budge.

A/N:  552 words (sorry that this chapter is short)