Anastasia looked up at Samsul when he asked her to promise not to get courted before she got back to the palace. Of course, a moment later, he said she didn't have to do it if she didn't want to, thus making the promise pointless. She smiled and took his hand. She lifted it up and wrapped her pinky around his own, "I promise."

She walked with him to seek out food for the both of them to eat. As much as she wanted Samsul here to guard the palace, she couldn't help but think how strange it was going to be to be anywhere without him. He had been beside her for the last six months, and suddenly she was going to set out without him. She may have lived twenty years without him in her life... but the thought of him not being somewhere where she would just have to call for him was mind boggling.
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The next day, once the Royal had all set out, Anastasia walked down the steps of the palace. In a simple travelling dress, she prepared for the long trip around the country. They would be bringing another carriage for her items as well as a few guards. She walked over to the first carriage and took George's hand as he held it out to help her in. She glanced back at the castle to see Samsul standing at the door to see her off. She grinned and waved goodbye, "Take good care of them for me!"

Then with George's help, she slipped into the carriage and soon after, they left.