Anastasia sat on her couch in a floor length sleeping gown. When Samsul opened the door, she looked over her shoulder at him. She bit her lip and stood. She held her hands tightly and sighed, "I'm sorry for how I acted... That was very unladylike..."

She hadn't really been expecting Samsul, sure he followed her mostly everywhere but it seemed when she turned in for the night, he got someone else to stand outside her room. She had assumed, when he didn't follow, that he was just trying to find someone else to stand outside her door. She sat back down on the couch and sighed again, "I don't know what came over me... To speak like that to the Queen... Not just the Queen... my mother. I was so rude and after all she's done for me..." She placed her face in her hands, "And now, I'm just rambling again... I'm sorry..."