Over the past two months, Samsul had taken some more time to himself, while also giving Elana regular reports about Anastasia and how she's doing. The queen knew that her time with her daughter was short, and although they saw less and less of each other, she made every moment count. The other King and Queens were becoming impatient with her delaying her visits around the other countries, and she knew that very soon, she would have to leave for some time. Maybe a few months, or even a year or two to stay in hiding. She didn't know, but she had taken every available opportunity to tell her daughter that she loved her very much.

At the moment, Samsul was with Melor, throwing a stick around and playing. He had formed a bond with the little dog, and in a way was his test subject when trying to be more social and outward. It was much more than just throwing a stick now. Sometimes Samsul would order for Melor to chase him around, or even play tug-of war with a line of rope that he... [i]Found[/i] laying around in one of the storage rooms in the castle. It had been almost an hour since Samsul left to play with Melor, and he had gotten a little more comfortable with another guard watching her. She was still his objective, but he had also learned to loosen up and put a little faith into her as well.