As soon as he was released from his duties the previous night, Samsul walked through the halls of the palace and down to the wing where the Lost Elves resided. Being a unique and limited race had some advantages, like having a spot as the Queen's adviser, making up nearly all of the Royal guard, and many other privileges. He strode down to his own room and went to bed right after leaving his traveling gear, falling on his bed and passing out from everything that happened.

As he was accustomed to, Samsul woke up very early and got in to his usual attire, a unique piece of armoring that had work and detail that was claimed as a trademark of a Lost Elf. He quickly strode down the halls of his race's wind and back down to where Anastasia's room was to resume his duties. Be the way that the sun shone in from the windows, Samsul knew that he had woken up a little later than usual, and he knew it to be true since he didn't see either of the maid while he stood at the door. He only assumed for them to be in the room he was guarding, waiting for the young princess to wake.