Anastasia stopped narrowly bumping into her mother. She took a step back to give the woman space as she called to Samsul to go over to her. She took a few more steps backwards to give them space as they spoke in hushed tones. As she moved back she bumped into Gerald, stepping on his foot. She gasped and turned around, "I'm so sorry... Are you okay?"

Gerald laughed and nodded his head, "I am fine, Princess. Now, calm down, it is unbefitting to act in such a way."

Ana looked at him, "I was just apologizing."

He smiled and patted her arm, "You were but in a very... sporadic manner," he glanced at the Queen, "But I suppose for tonight you can be as sporadic as you please until we begin our lessons."

Anastasia nodded her head and smiled, "I suppose so."

She looked back to her mother, who seemed to be done conversing with Samsul. She stepped forward and toward her, "How much time do we have before the feast?"