Anastasia smiled when he said that he was glad to be capable of helping her in the way that he did. She looked up at him, "You help me in a lot of ways, Samsul, and it isn't just calming down," She relaxed against him again, "Like helping teaching me how to write... or making me write all those letters to you to make sure my writing was queenly when I got home... or making me realize how much I like having you with me by making me write all those letters.... or staying behind even thought every fibre of your being didn't want to do that... or making me promise not to return engaged to King George, possibly avoiding the worst mistake I would ever make... or being there when I lost my mother... or taking me out of the palace when you really didn't want to be protecting the peasant girl."

She wrapped an arm around his upper arm, hugging it slightly, "I appreciate all of that... That is part of the reason I said yes... who doesn't want a husband who helps her in so many ways," She looked up at him, resting her chin on his shoulder, "And I couldn't go losing you to some Lady, now could I?"