Anastasia climbed onto her own horse and looked at him when he said she would be free when the time comes. She shook her head, sure she hadn't been a Princess for long but she was at grips enough with reality and seen war enoughn to not think that to be true, "Maybe as Anastasia... but not as Princess Anastasia. Whether the war leaves or not and we find peace there is always going to be someone out there who will have ill tentions towards me... and one day they will act..." She closed her eyes, "Peace doesn't come from war... it just supresses the weak and we hope they don't try to fight back," Opening her eyes again, she looked at him, "We will always have enemies and they will always attack the royals... I'll just have to change my ways to not inconvience anyone... And if that means no longer running through fields... so be it."

She smiled softly at him before turning horse around, "We should be getting back... It's getting late."