When finally reaching the seamstress, Samsul slid off of his horse with ease and looked at his horse, almost as if he were speaking to it through his mind. It wasn't the case, but a conclusion like that could have been possible with the correct amounts and use of magic. The horse then slowly walked over to Anastasia's horse and stood there, keeping it's eyes on Samsul.

After that, Samsul quickly moved ahead to open the for for Anastasia, closing it behind him after she entered the building. After receiving a curtsy from the princess, the Seamstress bowed her head from her spot at her desk and smiled sweetly at the two, in a very grandmotherly fashion. When hearing about putting off her lessons, the old woman smiled and laughed a little. She stood up from her desk and began to walk to a closet where she had all of her finer dresses. "It's perfectly fine, and I finished it about an hour ago." She called out from her closet, trying to fish out the dress. "I worked on it to the best of my abilities, and I hope that you love it." The old woman came out of the closet holding a simple yet elegant dress. She flipped the dress to show the other side, revealing that it had no corset, and was more like a gown than a dress in a few ways.