While he stood there, Samsul was occupied with his own thoughts. The biggest thing floating around in his mind was what Gerald had said to him. He wasn't attached at Anastasia and he wasn't going to become attached to her. He was her guardian and he had to look out for her and help her when he was needed. After her coronation, suitors would be brought to her on a pedestal, all forcing her in a way to accept one of them. He could have easily been a suitor as well. Not only was he a descendant of one of the most powerful clans of his race, but he was also very close to his own coronation, and would be crowned the king, in a sense. He didn't believe that anyone else would be worthy of the princess, since he doubted that any of them knew how to fight, or take action, or show backbone. he didn't think that any of the possible suitors could be like him. He was abruptly forced out of his thoughts as he was splashed with some water. Hie head snapped around to see where the water came from and eventually landed eyes on Anastasia who was grinning at him. "It's fine. It was an accident." He simply shrugged it off and attempted to push any of the excess water off of his shirt.