With the passing three months, Samsul had been fully realized as the head of the Lost Elves. With the new set of duties, it had become more difficult to watch over Anastasia, but he made it work. Amul had to watch her more often since he had things to take care of, but he was still there for Anastasia for the majority of the time. On the day of the coronation, Samsul was working hard to see to it that most of the guards would be at the ceramony. Due to his new position, he was awarded with new armor that was similar to his last set, but more fit for a royal of his status. That was another thing. Due to his title, he was now no longer classified as a knight, but a royal. He was a speaker for his kind, and would attend parties and other events alongside Anastasia, but not just as a knight, but as his own person as well.

It was another day at Gerald's office, and Samsul was hovering about as usual. Today was an important day, and he knew that all the knights and guards had to be their best in case something were to happen. Greenspring might have gone three moths without an official queen, but it the position as ruler was fully open, then that could mean that anyone could just walk up and take the throne Samsul didn't want for that to happen. He was keeping his gaze fixated on Anastasia, and didn't bother to look away as Amul entered and suggested that Anastasia greet the royals.

Samsul stepped with her to the front door and waited patiently for her to signal the guards to open the door. It was a large and grand door, so seeing it opening was some sort of treat. The Lost Elf glanced at the queen-to-be with a calm smile. "Relax Anastasia. You've come a long way since near six months ago. You'll be fine." He whispered quietly to her as he stood next to her, watching as the doors stopped moving and opened fully.