Anastasia smiled when he kissed her head. She couldn't believe that she had even thought about marrying King George, or any other man for that matter. She had just been so scared to be Queen and George knew what it was like to be put in those shoes. She could hardly imagine spending all the time that she would be in Urias. Right now, she'd probably be there, unable to run her own country. Would he run it for her like Samsul did? Would he have helped her build it to be the country she saw that it could be? Or would he do whatever it was that he wanted with it? She shook her head, all she could be was glad and thankful that Samsul purposed to her that night out on the balcony. She remembered the first time she kissed him and the time that he had spent in her bed. Then how empty the bed felt while she was angry at him. How comfortable she was when he climbed back in. She was attached to him and she loved it. She wrapped her fingers around his, holding his hand, resting her own on top of it while he held her belly, "I love you."