After trying to rest in his room, he decided what he really needed was some fresh air. As Alex sat beside the old abandoned well, he felt the warm sun on his face and could finally relax. He liked this old well.
Time had made the small structure unstable and it was covered with creeper plants as it sagged against the castle wall. The antique bucket, which was barely attached to the rotting rope, hung down from the center of its wooden roof. For safety reasons, and because it had dried up, the queen had ordered for the mouth of the well to be sealed.
No one... probably no one came to this spot of the garden. Everyone in the castle said that the spot looked foreboding, which suited Alex just fine. This was the only place he could actually sit quietly without fear of being interrupted. He
