Samsul was about to go willingly, but with the arrival of the five women, He wanted for them to walk in calmly, but everything he attempted to say to them didn't seem to work as they forced him out of his own room. He couldn't wait for when they would actually get married, but she was right. He had some things to attend to, and it didn't help that he was only wearing a light pair of pants and no shirt while he was out in the hallway. Luckily, none of the royals went down this hall, so he was safe for the time being. He had to go to the Lost Elf wing to go and get some more clothing, as he was sure that all of his fancier things were still over there in the room that use to be his. He quickly made his way to the wing and into his old room before closing the door. He would get himself ready, and had no need of assistants.

Samsul went through his old closet to find the most formal wear that he had. Just as he had finished putting everything on loosely, there was a knock at his door. He was curious as to who was on the other side, and was surprised to see who it was. Kala was on the other side all pampered up and in a navy blue dress. She looked at him calmly, but he could tell that there were a few conflicting emotions. Noticing that he was only wearing his clothing loosely, Kala smirked at him. "You know that the reception isn't until later today. There isn't a rush for you to get ready." She paused as she met Samsul's gaze and received the silent message that he had sent her. "I was just checking to see if it was you rushing into your room. I was down at the other end, and I could see you running at top speed. I hope you have a good wedding, Samsul. From what I've seen with the two of you together, she's pretty happy to have you right next to her." She spoke to him just before walking off without allowing for him to say anything.