Anastasia nodded as he spoke. She wished she had had the chance to meet him. To be held by the man whose estranged image had tormented and occupied her mind for many years. Sure, she had her Papa and Mama who would forever be her one true family. However, in seeing the Queen and herself in the older woman, it made her realize just how much she had wanted the day she met her parents to happen. The King would have loved her as it seemed the Queen did, the thought brought a small smile to her face. She would have to ask the Queen about him or maybe an older guard, to not upset her mother. 

They walked around the garden in silence that was sporadically interrupted by conversation. Soon they returned to the halls of the Palace. Anastasia stopped at a large painting of her mother and father. She looked at the two as they smiled elegantly. Her hands held her elbows as she looked on. She hadn't seen this picture on her arrival, it was nice to see the man who had been her father for such a short time. She wondered if was there to see her born or if it was his death months before her arrival that scared the queen into sending her away, "They look happy..."