"Hello, Elana." Samsul said in an equally quiet voice, unsure of why she was as quiet as she was. Closing the door behind him, Samsul stepped inside fully and kept his eyes on the former queen. With a soft sigh he looked down at the ground. "Why did we do this, Elana?" He asked her simply. "Why did we go through all of this trouble just to sign papers? Anastasia is furious with us, and probably more furious with me since I've been lying to her since out marriage.." Elana sighed as well, but kept her eyes on Samsul as she lay there, becoming more awake after every moment. "Samsul... The risks that we could have taken by doing something else were far too great. both my and Anastasia could have died if I simply left and toured around before signing those treaties. I understand her hate, but the only thing we can do is simply deal with it and try to make things better. You're her husband. Give her some time to relax and show her that you'll be honest with her completely. A marriage relies on trust, Samsul."