Anastasia looked over at Samsul again while he danced. King George caught her gaze and followed, "He is a fine dancer," he said calmly.

She pulled her eyes away and smiled, "He is, isn't he? He should have told me. Maybe I wouldn't step on your toes."

He chuckled, "Well, now there is no fun in that," he guided her away from himself and spun her back, "Besides you are very light on your feet, I hardly felt a thing."

As he spun her around again, Anastasia laughed. She looked at him, "I have a difficult time believing that, your majesty."

They continued to dance, the King holding the new Queen close, smiling at her, "Call me George," Anastasia was slightly surprised by the request. Yes, she had asked Samsul and a few other helpers around the palace to call her Anastasia, but she had grown up being called just Anastasia. No title, nothing. It brought her back down, hearing just her name. She wondered why the King wished to be called by a name without a title. Something that was probably foreign to him. She nodded, "Alright... George."