"We have a little more than an hour at the most. It is quite a ride from here to your home, if I have heard correct." Samsul nodded to the Queen's words and glanced at the princess he was nod ordered to guard. Although he didn't show it, he wasn't happy at all with the situation of him having to guard her. It was to help seal his spot as the next head guard, but he was still allowed to complain about it in his head.

The Queen looked over to Gerald and motioned for him to step forward as well. "Gerald, please escort My daughter to the fitting room, she can use my dresses as long as she needs to." He looked back over to the Lost Elf and then to her daughter. "I will have another world with Samsul, please go and find a dress that you'd like." She practically shooed her daughter away so she could tell him a few more things, that may or may not effect his thoughts about the situation at hand.