Gerald chuckled as he walked back to his desk after Samsul stormed out. His words may have been saying no but his actions both towards the Princess and toward him when he brought it up, might have been suggesting otherwise. He sat down at his desk and took the page with Anastasia's writing and hid them away, wanting to compare them as she progressed further. He sighed, he did hope that Samsul realized his feelings soon enough that he didn't get hurt. Gerald pursed his lips, a ball would be in order for the Princess's coronation. Gerald started to leaf through his books, planning the guest list.

Anastasia was staring at the painting outside of Gerald's office when Samsul came out. She looked at him and smiled, "What was it that he wanted to talk to you about?"