Anastasia looked toward the door, she wasn't allowed to leave until everyone was seated and ready for her entrance. She couldn't help but think about how Samsul was doing. He seemed to do fine at the party for her coronation, even danced with a few ladies and caught the eyes of others. She giggled a little as she realized how jealous she had been seeing them dance. She hadn't been terribly jealous but she could indeed remember the pang at the bottom of her gut seeing him. She could only imagine how he felt seeing her with King George as he was far more aware of his feelings.

Millie walked into the room, grinning, "Come along now, Anastasia."

Gerald walked over to the Samsul and gave him a soft smile. He patted the boy's shoulder, "I'm not particularly amused that you did not take my advice, Samsul. Nor can I say that I have stood fully behind this marriage. But once the Queen said yes, there was nothing I could do... Now, you had better make her happy and not make me regret allowing any of this to get this far. Get to the front, I sent Millie to grab your bride."