Anastasia smiled and nodded, "Maybe if I was raised as a warrior and not a farmer's daughter," She was quiet for a moment as she continued to play with his hand, "Maybe... Your mother could help decide what I could manage... Besides," She looked up at her husband to be, "I really should meet your parents."

All she knew of the couple was that they raised Samsul and that they were alive. Sure, Samsul didn't know much about her Mama and Papa but he had at least sat down with them. He had spoken to them... Even if it was to tell them that their daughter was a Princess and he was whisking her away. She leaned close to him, "I'm sure your mother will have lots of advice for me about you. It would help prepare me for our married life," she grinned, "Besides, I think they deserve to know their son is going to marry the Queen."