BIANCA'S POV

I was worried about being discourteous to Fletcher that night. I had been alarmed by the way that he could have helped me just to receive something from me in return.

But was my supposition actually the case? Or on the other hand would I say I was simply fatigued to the point that I was unable to trust anybody any longer?

The following morning I was amazed to see Fletcher grinning splendidly at me as I conveyed his morning meal to him at the dining hall.

"A lovely day to you, Bianca!" he said cheerfully.

"I hope you slept well last night?"

I nodded, despite the fact...