Anastasia looked to her mother as she came and took a seat at the table. She watched as people began to enter in their fine dress and suits. She grabbed her chair when Gerald came over and pulled it out for her. She smiled at him then took the seat next to her mother. Gerald pushed it in for her before disappearing to talk to his colleagues. She reached down and pet Melor, who was laying quietly by her seat, happy to be close to her. She looked at mother again and leaned closer to her, "Do these people know about... Well, about me? Should I talk to them... Or does that happen after the feast?"

She held her hands tightly together, to prevent herself from fidgeting. As much as her mother said she was to act as she wished, she wished to make a good impression. The fact that she knew little to nothing besides the miniscule things that Gerald told her when they were walking back to the Queen. She looked to the open floor space and then the band, "Is there going to be dancing? I don't know how to dance... At least not like you do here..."