"Hmmm... perhaps you are asking me to help you finish your food." It was a statement more than a question.
"Yes please if you'd be kind enough to call some maid for... my... assista...nce..." I finished with pauses as I stare at his approaching figure, advancing towards the food tray on my lap and extends his hand to pick up the spoon.
He scoops out some porridge and moves the spoon towards my mouth. I remain dumbfounded as I watch between the spoon and his cold eyes. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or I was wide awake, watching him spoon feed me for real.
As he feels my lack of effort in lifting my mouth open, he pushes the spoon full into my mouth, forcefully as if feeding a kid. I cough a little after forcing the content down my throat.
"Sir William, I can manage on my ow- Oomph!" He thrusts another spoon full into my mouth.
