Anastasia began to walk again, knowing the man would follow her. She took small slow steps though, so that it wouldn't be difficult to catch up with her. She began to bite her lip again as she thought. He had mentioned stopping doing what you had been doing for years. She nodded her head, "It isn't," she wasn't used to be under someone's eye at all times. Whether it were Samsul's or her mother's or Gerald's or some nameless Lord or Lady. She wasn't used to asking people to do things for her or standing tall with her chin up. She most definitely wasn't used to the lavish lifestyle that came with being a princess. She held her hands tightly behind her back, she wasn't going to complain. There were people out there who dreamed of being whisked away from their normal lives to become royalty. 

She remained quiet for sometime as they walked, biting at her lip, deep in thought. Melor bounded around them with his stick in his mouth as he chased butterflies or woodland creatures. It was a great deal of time before Anastasia looked up at him, "I don't think you were... [I]bred[/I] to become a guard.... Just as I wasn't [I]bred[/I] to become a Queen... Although, it seems like both of those things have become our fates, it wasn't why we were born. Your parents loved each other enough to want you... Or at least do what was needed to have you...." She looked around at the flowers and smiled softly, "On our ride here... I feared that I was really only born because my parents needed an heir to their throne.... Now that I've met the Queen... I feel like that was not the only reason I was born..."

She looked up at Samsul, "Did you know my father?"