Samsul shook his head solemnly as he sat they and looked at her. He knew that it was her. It couldn't ave been anyone else. "No, Anastasia... It was her. We can even see her if you'd like to..." He knew the had had to tell her everything, so he did. "You mother didn't die, Anastasia. She left with a group if guards to create treaties and secret plans in case the war didn't go well. Eventually people found her while she roamed around and captured her, killing the men that she had with her. She returned yesterday in a damaged cloak. She isn't in a critical condition, but she is wounded."