Anastasia looked over to the door as Gerald and Samsul left the room. It was strange, to be left completely and entirely alone. Even when bathing or getting dressed, Millie and Arabella were with her. She shook her head a little and turned back to the paper. She continued copying out of the book. Her writing was loopy, she had seen a few things her mother had wrote in a similar way. It always looked so elegant. You could just tell that a Queen wrote it. Her own looked like a small child was scribbling on a page but she kept on. She didn't look up when Samsul came back into the room. She was, however, a little surprised when he walked over to her and asked her how she was doing. She gave him a sad smile, "Depends on what you are asking about."