Anastasia gave Samsul a weak smile as he said that she would do fine as Queen. The door opened and there was the ruckus that comes from many people standing at the same time. She started to walk and felt as though she were walking down the aisle to get married. Maybe she was so worried about being Queen because everyone was telling her, she would do fine. She didn't want to do fine. She wanted to do better than fine. She wanted to do great. She wanted the people to love her, the way that she wanted to love them. She wanted them to be happy. She reached the end of the aisle and everyone sat back down. She knelt in front of the man, whose job she was unaware of, maybe he was an advisor... He was speaking and Anastasia wasn't really listening, she was more so trying to prevent herself from wobbling or shaking or appearing in anyway like she was nervous. Then she felt something touch her head. She looked up to see the man placing her new crown on her head. And like that, it was done. She was Queen. She stood and turned to face everyone who sat in the room, a look of bewilderment on her face.

Everyone stood and started to applaud the new Queen. She gave them a small smile and glanced at Samsul before laughing and walking down toward the seat to talk with the attendees.