Anastasia took a step backwards and bumped into Samsul who stood behind her. She shook slightly and her free hand moved to her stomach. She had just gotten over the fact that her mother wasn't going to be there for any of the big moments in her life. Her marriage, her children, her coronation... And now, she stood her knowing that she had been alive this entire time... That she had chosen to leave... that she had chosen to fake her death... To miss all those big moments... It killed her inside. She took a deep breath and walked over to the bed and took a seat in the chair next to it. She reached out and took her mother's hand in her own and kissed it.