Anastasia opened the door to her room to find Samsul standing on the other side. She smiled at him, "Well, don't you look dapper."

Millie and Arabella took hold of Anastasia's skirt, holding the extravagant gown's skirt up off the ground until they reached the hall in which she would be pronounced Queen. She walked Samsul and took a deep breath trying to calm herself. She fixed the front of her skirt and smiled, "It was nice for the seamstress to make this for me... And for so little as well.. I'm going to have to be sure to tell everyone that she made it... I feel like I've robbed her in a sense."

She laughed a little, trying to get rid of the jitters. They reached the two large doors and Millie and Arabella dropped her skirts, running off to the side to allow the Princess her grand entrance. Anastasia took another deep breath, staring at the doors, "This is it... No turning back...."