Anastasia had not expected him to pick her up and place her on the horse as though it were nothing. She had been expecting a boost or foothold. She looked at him in marvel, amazed by his strength but assumed it would be expected from the man who was next to lead the Royal Guard. She could not even imagine that and she was going to have to run a country. She thanked him quietly when he released her waist. She moved slightly to allow him to climb on himself, which he did so with great ease. She watched him as he looked at the other guards who had come along on his retrieval mission. Her eyes widened slightly when he mentioned that they would have to get back to the capital before sunset. The capital was easily a day's ride away, and that was if you didn't stop and rode through part of the night. That was one of the main reason, her family had never travelled there. To leave the animals for so long wouldn't do them good. And yet, Samsul was insistent on getting there by sunset when the sun was already high in the sky. She was about to reply when her spurred his horse. She yelped slightly as she reached out and grabbed onto him to prevent herself from falling off the back of the horse. She wrapped her arms around him, ensuring herself that she would not fall off. To think she had forgotten why she hated riding on the back of horses that she didn't hold the reins of. 

She sighed and rested her head against his back and looked at the scenery as it passed by. To think, she had never left Fyodor and now she was to go the palace to learn to be a princess and become the queen. She looked back at Melor, who sat in the arm of one of the guards. He didn't seem too troubled, then again, he wouldn't have a country to take care of.