Anastasia looked at the Queen with wide eyes when she said formalities only had to go so far. She stared at the woman as she turned to Samsul. Was she to call the Queen mother? That just seemed strange, then again this was all rather strange. The woman turned back to her and pulled her into her arms. Ana stood there for a moment, unable to think about what she was supposed to do with the Queen hugging her. Slowly, she wrapped her own arms around the woman and hugged her back. She stood there for sometime, hugging the other woman until her words registered, "Feast... Like... With other people..."

She could not even big to fathom all the rules that she would have to know just to eat at the feast. Not to mention, how she would have to look. She was already wearing her best dress which was probably twently folds below the worst dress of a lady. Seeing her apparent distress, Gerald walked over and took her hand, "Now, Princess, you needn't worry. You will be fit for a feast once we've cleaned you up a bit."

Anastasia looked at her mother, whose arms were still around her, "So soon though... I don't know anything about being a Princess... Or even a Lady..."

Melor whined at her feet and she looked down at him. She smiled at him, "Quiet, Melor."