A/N You know, I STILL have writer's freakin' block! How frustrating..

A cool, gentle breeze billowed into the round, cozy room of which Riania slept. She slowly blinked a few times to rid herself of sleepiness, and took a look around her.

Light shone through the many square windows, creating a friendly atmosphere to awake to. An oaken bureau stood at the far end of the room, which matched her canopied bed frame. A small round table and two chairs sat at another part of the wall, a glass vase sporting a dozen pink roses, giving the room a sweet fragrance. There were also two doors-one leading to an outdoor balcony and one leading into a long corridor. Riania sighed painfully.

Her body was partially numb, and cuts and bruises seemed twine around all of her limbs. Agony seized her body as she tried to sit up, and the attempt to ignore the pain was to no avail. Suddenly a sharp rap on the door stole Riania's attention away from her condition, and the door leading to the Hall creaked open. There stood Sriosno, her love, her life, her husband.

"How are you feeling?" he asked her, sort of timidly.

"How do you think?" she snapped back, a bit more forcefully than she meant to. "I'm sorry. I'm-I'm just in a lot of pain, is all." He nodded.

"I wish I could take that for you." She shook her head No at him.

"You would not wish to experience this," she said firmly to him.

"I would if it meant you did not have to," he returned. She sighed. No use arguing over something that couldn't be done. Suddenly Sriosno strode forward, right hand outstretched, palm upward. Then all pain ceased from Riania, and Sriosno collapsed.