7 Everything will be alright, my lord.

"Uhm…"

Devon reached to him, wanting to ask him if he knew about those people she was watching. From her understanding, since Lewis was also on the television previously, he might be friends with the people inside the television as well.

However, halfway before reaching his shoulder, she stopped. Withdrawing her hand as he already pleaded to her not to interrupt his sleep.

"I wonder if he was the father." She sighed heavily, glancing at the television once again.

This time, another show was playing on the television. She tilted her head, furrowing her brows.

"How did they all fit inside?" She murmured as she studied the television.

Carefully, Devon gazed at the sleeping Lewis and then to the IV inserted on the back of her hand. She followed the long transparent tube before fixating her eyes on the bag of fluids.

"What's this for?" She wondered, lightly poking the IV inserted in the back of her hand.

She had noticed it before, but ignored it. From her recollections, the nurse had adjusted it earlier.

'Perhaps it's about this kingdom's medicine practice?' She thought internally and changed her mind about playing with it.

Out of curiosity, Devon moved slightly, flinging her legs out of the bed to check the television. Instinctively, instead of going straight to the television, Devon stood in front of the IV stainless pole.

She held on to it, wondering if she could move it. To her surprised, it was easily moved than she thought.

"Goodness… it had tiny execution wheels?" Devon gasped.

She had never seen such small sized wheels in the past. In her time, they used these wheels for torture method.

But because of its size, Devon didn't think it could break anyone's bones. It awed her that such a vile creation could also be used in something to make things easy.

"I like this country." She whispered, hiding the urge to grin.

With the IV pole, she dragged it with her, treading carefully towards the television.

When she was standing in front of the television, Devon peeked through its back. The television was thin, baffling her to her core.

"Where did they go?" She murmured, knocking on the television's flat edge, but to no avail.

"Greetings?" she awkwardly greeted, but nothing.

She checked the screen and the comedy segment was still airing. Devon frowned.

She wanted to ask the people she was watching previously if the man was the father. Sadly, she couldn't figure this out herself.

With a heavy heart, Devon walked back towards the bed. She carefully returned to her side of the bed, making sure not to wake him up.

However, just when Devon was covering her legs with the sheet, Lewis slowly turned around.

Carefully, she moved her gaze at him. Lewis had his eyes half-opened, his eyelashes fluttered ever so slowly.

"I'm a light sleeper." He muttered huskily. "Stop moving around, will you?"

Devon gulped, pressing her lips in a thin line. Even though he didn't bear any kind of emotion, she sensed his distressed by his tone.

"My apologies."

Lewis just nodded lightly before closing his eyes again. It was as if he wasn't fully awake or fully asleep all this time.

Devon remained silent for a long time. She watched everything in silence, from the comedy shows until the late night shows.

In the middle of the night, a nurse came in. Yet she said nothing about Lewis sleeping on the patient's bed.

She checked Devon's IV drip and went out without speaking another word. Devon also paid the nurse little attention until she left.

When Devon felt sleepy, she slowly laid down. Instinctively, she turned her head to Lewis.

It felt odd for her to sleep with a stranger who was paying her to sleep — purely sleep — with her. For a long time, she had slept alone. But she preferred that instead of having her husband's presence.

Meanwhile, Lewis' presence… she neither liked nor disliked it. It just felt strange. He seemed like a kind person, but not as well. For her, Lewis was just an odd fellow.

"Tch." While Devon had her attention on him, Lewis hissed as his brows furrowed. Sweats started breaking out from his forehead as his hand clasped tightly on the sheet.

'Was he having a nightmare?' She wondered, blinking her eyes as she slowly laid on her side, facing him.

His knuckles trembling. The protruding veins beneath his skin came evident.

Devon hesitated momentarily. But, in the end, she carefully placed her hand atop his hand.

"It's alright, my lord." She whispered, gently patting the back of his hand until it calmed down.

A subtle smile resurfaced on her lips, witnessing his shoulder ease. "Everything will be alright."

She whispered as she continued on, gently patting his hand until she fell asleep herself.

**

An hour past dawn, Lewis slowly opened his eyes. The second his vision came clear, his eyes immediately landed on the woman sleeping — facing — beside him.

Slowly, he shifted his gaze to their hands in between them. Her hand was resting on top of his hand.

Seeing this, a subtle smile resurfaced on his lips. She was verbal about her unpreparedness on physical contact just yet. He understood her, given the situation.

However, he didn't expect her to hold his hand during his sleep. He must have had one of those terrible nights where nightmares were too intense for him.

He hated those nights.

But she was too kind to give him slack from suffering another sleepless night.

"Thank you." He whispered. "My lady."