I sincerely appreciate that they didn't try to sugar-coat the situation and say, "Oh, no, they're being perfectly good people as they force her into this," because I was getting ready to retch a little at that sort of gaslighting.
But no, instead—"We're the f---ing royal palace and we may be smiling now but you're going to do as we say, or, well, chop-chop! Now, get ready." So genuinely and forthrightly medieval! It's so refreshing (at least, in the context of similar works often pretending, ham-handedly, that the other party isn't in the wrong in these situations).
Albeit, not the smoothest start to a romance.
...On a completely unrelated note, however, the idea that table manners are required in order to have dinner conversation, or that a boisterous hand-to-mouth family as hers has otherwise been shown to be would not talk over the dinner table, is frankly quite ludicrous. If anything, the fancier the dinner, the less talking there is...