Anastasia looked at Samsul when his voice trailed off. She looked back at the table and just stared at it, "Like my father."

She hadn't met the man other than in the hour between her being born and sent off. She had no recollection of that moment in time. Since he died not long after, she never even saw him rule as King. Her parents seemed to have a better connection with her father than she did. When she had asked one year why the Queen didn't have a King like those in her storybooks, her mother practically started to cry. She guessed that when someone is a kind ruler, they have that effect on people. Her mother would too. She looked back at Samsul and smiled slightly. She assumed that she was the reason his voice had grown weak, worried about speaking about him in front of her. She shook her head slightly, "Don't worry about it... I never knew my dad... As a King or my father... It is kind of hard to get worked up over someone you never knew... even if they are half the reason you are here...."