Anastasia looked at him as he explained why he was confident that he could manage it. She bit her lip, so he was confident because he felt he had lived his life training to be a leader. Herself, she'd been picking flowers and milking cows up until three months ago. She nodded her head, "I see..." She said softly before she returned to brushing her horse.
~Three months later~
Anastasia was sitting in Gerald's office at his desk, writing away as he looked over her shoulder and Samsul stood at his place at the door. She looked up at him and smiled, less than a month ago he'd become Head of The Lost Elves. She was proud of him, as were the Lost Elves, and it seemed like he was doing a fine job in the few he had. Amul opened the door and looked at the before bowing, "A carriage has arrived. Guests for the Princess's coronation are here... I assumed it would be best if she were there to great the royals."

Gerald nodded, "Wonderful idea, Amul," He looked at the Princess, "You remember my lessons on interacting in court?"

Anastasia smiled, "That I do," She put down her pen and left her work. She walked with Samsul to the front door. She hesistated slightly, quickly brushing the dress that had been made for her in the city. She bit her lip and took a deep breath before nodding to the guards to open the door.