Anastasia walked over to her couch and slowly sat down. She held her hands tightly as she sat down, looking at Samsul as he started to talk. He struggled trying to tell her what was wrong but when he said it was about her mother, she closed her eyes and held up her hands, "Stop..." She bit her lip, "She's... She... She died..... didn't she..."

She opened her eyes to see Samsul nodded. She kept looking at him, all her life, she had been a orphan taken in by a couple and she had been fine about that. Never knowing her mother or father. Now, she found out about her father and how wonderful he was. She met her mother and learned how wonderful she was. But now, she was back to being a orphan. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. She leaned against Samsul, just wanting someone to be there. Just to know that she was not alone. As much as she loved meeting her mother and learning about her father, she felt emptier than she had those years she spent as a peasant working on the farm. She turned slightly, not thinking, and buried her face in Samsul's chest, She balled up his shirt in her hand. After a moment, she opened her eyes, "Oh god," she whispered, "I... I... have to become Queen... Don't I?"