Her small speech had actually made him a little sad. He remembered how long it had taken the queen to finally give out the orders to bring Anastasia to the capital, and she hoped that she didn't make a mistake, but she knew that she would be hurting her daughter in some form or way by bringing her here. She was right though, peace never came from war, only suppression of the weak. He nodded once more and began to ride his horse back to the capital, where he was sure that Gerald was waiting impatiently for the two of them to return.