Samsul left with Anastasia out of his parent's room and smiled at her once they had gotten out. It had went much better than he expected, and he was happy to even ear his dad speak openly about the subject. "It went better and I thought it would be." He told her. "I'm happy to see that they fully approve of everything." He listened to what his wife had to say, about her parents and who else they should tell at the moment. It was a perfect little list of the people that they knew the best, and Samsul didn't want it any other way. Even though the war was over, there were still a few people who held onto their beliefs and wanted to fight with their last breaths. Although the situation was different than when Anastasia was born, if was still possible that something like that could happen to them. Autry and Anastasia's parents were the only people outside of the castle that would know about the child, so it was safe to say that nobody would have a clue as to what would be happening in the months to come. Suddenly, a thought came to him as he turned his head and looked at Anastasia. "Have you thought about any possible names?" He asked.