It took Adrian a whole 3 days to finally awaken. He opened his eyes and slowly looked around, disoriented about where he is and why he was there. He tried to sit up but weakness and the prolonged period of being on his back made him dizzy. He placed a hand on the bed beside him to steady himself while his other hand shot up to his head. When the dizziness had subsided, he looked around. The sun had not come up yet and the room was dark. But despite the darkness, he could make out the bed and the furniture and he knew that he was back in his room. He had no idea how he got there. The last thing he remembered was... being ambushed by a barrage of arrows on their way back to the palace.

His eyes grew wide at the memory and he looked around. What happened to his men? To the prisoners he brought along? Why was there a searing pain that shot through his shoulder everytime he moved his hand?

He looked down and saw that his left shoulder was swathed in bandage. He thought back to their ill fated trip and remembered being hit on the same shoulder by an arrow.

He looked around once again. A figure was fast asleep on a chair by the foot of his bed. He could make out the figure's long blonde hair in the darkness. 

[color=00aeef]"Alessandra?"[/color] his voice was raspy.