Anastasia nodded and looked up at Samsul, "They do... He's always gotten along well with young children... and adult children," she teased. She looked back over to the dog and girl, "Someday that will be our child... Melor is still young. I'd say we still have a few years."

She wasn't sure where she stood on having children now. She knew that not having one, was not an option. After all, the crown was meant to stay in their blood. Not to mention, it would be nice to be able to mould the next ruler in some ways. But she didn't know when she wanted to start that family. Before, she had been thinking years, however, she hadn't expected her and Samsul to get passed the awkwardness so quickly. In the end, it was also up to Samsul and she wasn't even sure if he was ready... They hadn't spoken about it. She looked up at Samsul, "When..." she blushed slightly as she tried to word her question, "do you think... we'll start trying?"