Anastasia nodded when he mentioned that she would be able to personalize her room as well as possibly get things from her old home, "I would like that..."

She followed him out to the pasture and looked at the horses running around. With a glance at Samsul, she climbed onto the fence and sat down, looking at all of the horses as they played. There were some walking around with great grace, which she assumed were trained well in dressage and weren't meant to look fancy while being ridden. Those were most rode by the Queen and the ladies. However, the one that caught her eye was a black stallion that was running around, flicking its head about and it neighed. She laughed a little, it was less trained than the others but it reminded her of the horses at home that her father taught her to break in and train. She looked at Samsul, "The black stallion looks fun."