Hannah's POV
“Why is it..” Joseph started off as he sat on my desk chair in my room as a servant girl pushed a trolley of food into my room for dinner. “.. that your food remains practically untouched when it’s wheeled out of your room? You’re not eating.” He stated grimly.
I looked at him pointedly, grabbing a fork with my left hand and demonstrating how hard it was to cut the steak since I couldn’t use my right hand. He muttered an oath under his breath, which I probably was not meant to hear before striding over to my bedside. I was taken aback when he began to cut the steak into tiny pieces for me with the steak knife. All the while he muttered about ‘stubborn young witches refusing to ask for help’.
Once the food was cut up, he deftly speared a piece of meat with a fork, dipped
