Anastasia listened as he mother spoke about her father and smiled softly. It was nice to actually hear about him, instead of the attempt that Samsul made to speak of him. She looked at her mother and saw that she was struggling slightly. She could imagine it was hard for her, losing him. They were in love, it definitely didn't sound anything like an arranged marriage. She pressed her lips together before she reached out and took her mother's hand, "He sounds... great... I wish I got the chance to meet him..."

She squeezed her mother's hand gently, but didn't let go as they walked. When she was younger, her and Mama would walk through fields together like that. She figured it would be nice for her mother, as that was something that she missed out on. She missed out on a lot, both of them did but at least Ana had parents, the Queen didn't have another child. She looked at her, "My first wordwas silly. I don't know why... Normally it is mama or dada but I guess I wanted to be different," she laughed a little, "I was riding before I could walk... Of course, Papa held me but I've lived in a saddle. Although, the last few years, it is only because I was helping with the stallions. But I was walking a month after I turned one."