No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't do it. The ropes around me were too tight, my body too weak. The sun had already started to set when a dangerous idea struck my mind — one that could either save me or hurts me.
"If I try that... it might hurt me too," I said to Well.
Why can't you save yourself, would you like to kill or get hurt. Hearing this from Well, I got excited. I pressed my feet against the floor with all my strength, jumped with the chair, and slammed its legs hard onto the ground. The impact shattered the chair. Splinters cut deep into my skin, but I didn't care. I had broken free.
Ignoring the pain, I ran straight to Well, breathless but triumphant.
"See! I got out!" I laughed loudly, like a child proud of her trick.
Well didn't even flinch. He simply said, "You can eat now. That's enough for today."
"You haven't eaten since morning either. Let's have dinner together—I'll bring it," I said, smiling.
"I'm not hungry," he replied quietly.
Still, I brought food anyway. When I came back, Well was already asleep. He looked peaceful—like someone who hadn't slept in days had finally found rest. I looked at him and sighed softly. Then, with a mischievous grin, I punched him in the stomach.
He woke up instantly, shouting, "Are you crazy?! That hurts!"
"See? I told you! You're hungry. Your poor stomach is crying for food," I said, smiling sweetly.
He glared at me and slapped me hard across the face. The sound echoed in the area. My cheek burned, but I kept my calm, lowering my head.
"Master, please eat," I said softly. "And I'm sorry for my behavior." I held my ears as an apology.
He stared for a moment, then sighed and ate quietly. But later, he couldn't sleep. He kept turning restlessly.
"Should I massage your head? Maybe then you'll fall asleep," I offered.
He scoffed. "Do I look like a child to you? I don't need your help."
I couldn't stand watching him suffer from sleeplessness. Slowly, I went near him, placed his head gently in my lap.
"What are you doing? Are you out of your mind?" he barked, trying to pull away. He raised his hand to punch me, but I caught his wrist mid-air.
"Quiet. Let me do my work," I whispered with a soft smile.
But suddenly, he kicked me on the face. I froze, my cheek stinging again. My eyes burned—not from the pain, but from something deeper. My anger flared.
"You've done what you wanted," I said coldly. "Now just sleep."
For a moment, something in me shifted. My eyes glowed red, and Well saw it too.
"Her eyes... they're red. I can't do anything now but sleep," he thought to himself. "I just look like a little kid, and it's true that no one is watching us, otherwise I'll be done for," Well said silently. "Okay, just press my head," Well said.
"Well then," he said calmly, surrendering, "Go on. Massage my head."
I smiled faintly and began pressing his head gently. Soon, his breathing slowed. He had fallen into deep sleep—peaceful, silent, almost childlike. A soft snore escaped his lips.
By the time morning light straight up our head, Prince Sam was standing there.
"So... you both had a good night, I see," he said teasingly.
Well woke up, startled. I blinked my sleepy eyes, realizing I had fallen asleep too—with his head still resting on my lap.
"Captain Well, I didn't expect this from you," Prince Sam said with a smirk. "And you, Wellness..."
"Prince Sam! How could you even think I'd do something like that?" Well snapped.
"Oh really? Then what did I just see?" Sam replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing happened! She was just trying to help me sleep, that's all!" Well shouted.
I looked at both of them, confused. "What are you two talking about? I don't understand anything."
They both fell silent.
Prince Sam sighed and said, "Never mind. It's not something you'd understand."
I smiled faintly. "At least you got some sleep, Master. I'm glad. If you can't sleep again, come to me—I'll make sure you do."
Prince Sam chuckled. "Do you even know, Wellness, that Well has an illness—something no medicine can cure?"
"What illness?" I asked, startled.
"Well can't sleep," Sam said seriously. "No matter how hard he tries, he just... can't. But tonight—you made him sleep. That means... we've found our cure."
"Prince Sam!" Well snapped angrily. "Was that really necessary to tell her?"
"Oh—oops. It slipped out," Sam said with a nervous grin.
"Wellness," Well said firmly, "go back to your room. I need to talk to Prince Sam privately."
"What? What? I want to hear it too!" I protested.