Samsul stood up slowly and followed Anastasia back to her room with little to say until after she had big him a good night. He nodded to her and smiled faintly. "Good night, Anastasia." He spoke just before turning from the door and walking back to his own room.

The next morning, Samsul woke up like any other day and put on a more formal attire, rather than the usual outfit of armor that he wore. It was now obvious that he was royalty of some sort, with the materials and appearance of his clothing. It might have been a bit too formal for his own states, but he had to look good for Anastasia's coronation. With a small smile on his face, he walked over to Anastasia's room and waited at the door for her to come out. He was still her guardian after all, and he was required to be there to escort her to where he coronation would be taking place.