Samsul took the spoon that was handed to him and nodded to the queen-to-be in thanks. He could have eaten earlier if she wanted to go and occupy her time with lessons from Gerald, but he assumed that watching him eat also killed time, but in a different fashion than learning how to properly rule a country. He ate his food at a slow and steady rate, but in time he had finished his bowl of porridge and pushed it away from him, leaving the spoon in the bowl. His gaze shifted from the bowl to Anastasia as he gave her a soft smile. "We can go now if you'd like, Anastasia."