Anastasia nodded vigorously when Samsul finished his dinner and offered to go and see his parents. She stood and held his hand in her own. As they walked, she wrapped her free arm around his and rested her on his shoulder. She was nervous and the closer they seemed to get to where ever it was they were going, the more her nerves went wild. Holding Samsul as she did though, kept her remotely calm. Calm enough to hopefully not appear to be nervous. At first she had thought she could treat this like she did the Royals... But the Royals opinion wouldn't stop her from marrying Samsul. She was sure that Samsul wouldn't change his mind just because his parents didn't like her... but they could make them miserable enough that... maybe they didn't want to be together. They reached a door, that she could only assume Samsul's parents were behind. She took a deep breath and looked up at Samsul, "You're really sure they'll like me?"