C72 My dark warrior

"I'm full." I pushed away the spoon he held before my lips.

His eyes narrowed. "You are not. You haven't eaten anything since noon. Now finish it, then I will feed you your medicine."

"I can take them myself," I grumbled, trying to move away from his lap. But that damn strong arm kept me firm against him.

After our conversation, he began to treat me like a child. He changed my clothes