Samsul looked at his Queen with a little confusion, it was obvious that she knew more than she let on, but he wondered just how much she knew. "My Queen, I will follow your decision with all of this, but are you sure that it is safe for the princess-"

"She isn't a princess, yet." She interrupted, speaking in a more serious tone of voice. "I just want to see my daughter being herself, not the product of endless molding in to the 'perfect' queen." Samsul nodded, seeing that Elana wanted just a normal daughter, not one influenced by all of the other royals or anything else. "It's why I'm holding the feast so soon. She doesn't have time to prepare to be perfect and she'll realize that she'll be fine just as her self." He nodded once more, turning his head as he could see Gerald and Anastasia in the distance. Soon after the Queen stopped talking and smiled at her daughter, walking over to her and nodded when she asked how she looked. "You look amazing, my daughter. Perfect for the feast."