Anastasia's hand shaking, giving away her stress, stressed her out further, she didn't want Gerald or Samsul to think there was anything wrong. They had both known her mother longer than herself and she already felt horrible for breaking down that morning in Samsul's arms. She hadn't even asked him if he was okay. They knew the Queen, she had only just met her. Yet, the two of them were being far stronger than herself, as well as handling better, and they even were worried about her and trying to ensure she was okay. How could she do that to them. She felt Samsul's hand over her own and looked at him as he spoke calmly to her. She took a deep breath and nodded. When he removed his hand, she did her best to hide the shaking and slowly went about her writing.

Gerald laughed quietly to himself as he stood at the door. He felt as though, he had become the guard and Samsul the teacher. Well, he wouldn't to worry if something happened to him, the Princess would still want to learn and Samsul would find her the means.