Anstasia woke the next morning, still feeling sick. She curled up in the blankets and noticed how comfy she was. She sat up quickly and quickly regretted. She placed a hand on her head and groaned slightly. She looked around the large room that she only vaguely remembered from the night before. She glanced at her nightgown and was slightly in awe of it all. She really was a princess. She had thought she had dreamt it all, that is was some flu hallucination. She moved to get out of bed and realized how bad an idea that was and laid back down. The two women from before came in. Ana looked at them both, "Millie... And Arabella... Or did I dream that?"

Millie laughed a little, "You didn't dream it, Princess," she removed a cloth that was stuck to her head before feeling it, "Oh dear, you are still burning up..."

She took a fresh towel from Arabella and placed it against her forehead. She smiled at her, "Would you like some more water, Princess?"

"Did I dream that I already asked to be called Anastasia?" The sick girl asked with a smile. Millie covered her mouth, "You did ask that, Anastasia... It seems that it slipped my mind."

Ana smiled, "Do you think... After I rest for a while... I can go for a walk through the Gardens?"

Millie thought about it then shrugged, "If you are feeling up to it... Although, I think you will need to ask Sir Samsul if you can... He will be the one to take you with him being your personal guard."