Anastasia looked at him as he explained what it meant for him to be named the Head of the Lost Elves. She nodded and smiled before curtsying, "I think I would match the depth of your bow then."

She laughed a little, "That does seem like quite the honour though," She snuck into the pasture, not to alarm any of the horses and walked over to the stallion she had rode the other day. She grabbed his halter and guided him to the stables. When she got there a man jumped down from the hay loft and smiled at her, "You must be Princess Anastasia. It's a pleasure highness. Can I saddle up your horse for you?"

She was about to say that she was fine with doing it herself but hesitated. She could see the look on his face and how much he wanted to do it for her. She guessed that she wouldn't go into Eric's kitchen and cook for herself. She nodded, "Please... Umm..."

The stable hand smiled at her, "Benjamin."

She smiled, "Thank you, Benjamin."