Anastasia nodded her head, understanding that he couldn't do anything on his own. However, she could help him as he helped her. She blindly reached out and grabbed his hand, never taking her eyes off of the chair, "Thank you..."

After a moment, of holding his hand, she released it and sighed. Despite knowing Samsul and Gerald and advisors would help her with everything, she just couldn't help but think that she wasn't ready. Her mother and father left giant shoes to fill and she didn't think that she could. They were raised from birth to understand the workings of court. All she knew of it was what she learnt from her lessons or that first night at the feast, and that went just so well. Could she do this? She had been starting to think that she could become Queen but that was with the expectation that she'd have at least ten more years of studying and being a Princess under her belt. Finally, she looked at Samsul, "Do you really think I can do this?"