Chapter 61-The Wet Prince
Helanie:
After Kaye left, I couldn’t stay awake for food and decided to rest. The moment I lay down in bed, a suffocating sensation overwhelmed me. It felt as if someone were drowning me—I could swear I felt my hair getting wet.
I forced my eyes open, and to my surprise, I was no longer in the bed I had just settled into. Darkness surrounded me, and my body was half-submerged in cold water.
"Where am I?" I muttered, my voice echoing back to me in the empty space.
As I raised my head, I spotted a faint light above. It dawned on me—I was trapped in a well.
The air was cold and damp as I pressed my back against the slimy stone wall.
"Huh! How did... I get here?" I stammered, feeling the frantic rise and fall of my chest. The well was narrow, just wide enough for me to stretch out my arms and feel the rough, wet stones on either side.
"Somebody, please help me," I whimpered, my voice barely audible. The small circle of light above illuminated only the upper portion of the well, while darkness gaped beneath my feet. The walls seemed to close in tighter with every shallow breath I took. My chest tightened as I noticed a figure standing at the top.
It was a familiar face. He looked disheveled, holding the well’s heavy cover in his hands. Was he the one who put me here?
It had to be him.
He was definitely closing the lid.