Anastasia looked toward the castle as the doors opened. She swallowed as she watched the guards exit with the queen.She watched the Queen as she walked toward her, inspecting her. In all her years of imagining her mother, her eyes, her hair, her hands, she had never expected them to be so similar to her own. When she was young she liked to believe her eyes were her father's but it seemed they were very much her mother's. Her blonde hair was her father's as the Queen had a deep warm colour. Ana took her in as much as she did herself, both comparing their imaginations with the real thing. Anastasia curtised deeply, "Your highness..."

A man in white gloves ran over to her and took her shoulder, pulling them back, fixing her posture. She looked over her shoulder at him as he bowed, taking her bag, and stepped back. Well, that was strange. She looked back at her mother and met her own eyes, she spoke quietly, "I never thought I would get to meet my mother..."

She began to fiddle with her hands and the man stepped forward again, he held them together. Holding her own hands, she stopped her fidgeting. She looked at the man and whispered, "Who are you?"

The man bowed, "Forgive me, Princess. I am Sir Gerald, I will be one of your teachers..."

She nodded her head and continued to whisper, a smile on her face, "Well... You are kinda ruining the moment."

Gerald laughed softly and bowed again, "My apologies, Princess."

She turned back to her mother, "I see you are all eager to take me from peasant to Princess...."