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Anastasia gave Samsul a weak smile as he said that she would do fine as Queen. The door opened and there was the ruckus that comes from many people standing at the same time. She started to walk and felt as though she were walking down the aisle to get married. Maybe she was so worried about being Queen because everyone was telling her, she would do fine. She didn't want to do fine. She wanted to do better than fine. She wanted to do great. She wanted the people to love her, the way that she wanted to love them. She wanted them to be happy. She reached the end of the aisle and everyone sat back down. She knelt in front of the man, whose job she was unaware of, maybe he was an advisor... He was speaking and Anastasia wasn't really listening, she was more so trying to prevent herself from wobbling or shaking or appearing in anyway like she was nervous. Then she felt something touch her head. She looked up to see the man placing her new crown on her head. And like that, it was done. She was Queen. She stood and turned to face everyone who sat in the room, a look of bewilderment on her face.

Everyone stood and started to applaud the new Queen. She gave them a small smile and glanced at Samsul before laughing and walking down toward the seat to talk with the attendees.
Anastasia opened the door to her room to find Samsul standing on the other side. She smiled at him, "Well, don't you look dapper."

Millie and Arabella took hold of Anastasia's skirt, holding the extravagant gown's skirt up off the ground until they reached the hall in which she would be pronounced Queen. She walked Samsul and took a deep breath trying to calm herself. She fixed the front of her skirt and smiled, "It was nice for the seamstress to make this for me... And for so little as well.. I'm going to have to be sure to tell everyone that she made it... I feel like I've robbed her in a sense."

She laughed a little, trying to get rid of the jitters. They reached the two large doors and Millie and Arabella dropped her skirts, running off to the side to allow the Princess her grand entrance. Anastasia took another deep breath, staring at the doors, "This is it... No turning back...."
Natasha sat up on the hospital bed. She had been given the okay to move around the hover carrier as long as she did so in a wheelchair with someone to take her. Clint stood that the side of her bed, she was still in vast amount of pain but she was no longer on morphine and her panic attacks had decreased. She reached out and grabbed Clint's arm as she lifted herself off the bed. She winced as she put pressure on her still healing leg and quickly took a seat in her wheel chair. She closed her eyes tightly and took a moment to calm down as the pain slowly faded. When she was comfortable, she sighed and looked at Barton. She gave him a soft smile, he had been making sure she was getting out of the room often, knowing that she hated being cooped up in one place. She also knew that he felt like he had to make it up to her. She grabbed the small hanger that held her IV and medications and rolled it over to her. She looked up at Clint, "Where are you taking me to today?"
Haha, ya..... Living in an apartment with all of them.... Would be loud.

Time skip?
boo ;P
Yes, they are always good people to get permission from...
I move for the first time ever in a month and a half.... it is going to be weird....
Haha, but hey free birds c:

you should post ;P
Haha, ya did you see the facebook page? People were panicking, it was amusing
Hah I know!!! I was going through withdrawl all over again :P

Glad it is up though... Even if we haven't got an explanation...
Anastasia sighed opened her eyes again, "Yes... of course... Millie and Arabella have been laying out dress choices for me, for weeks... I'm just glad to be able to get this over with..."

She sat up and looked at Samsul, "I suppose I should turn in then," She whistled and Melor came bounding over to them as she stood. She walked back to her room and nodded to the taller man, "Good night, Samsul."

She walked into her room and closed the door behind her.
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The next morning she was woken by Millie and Arabella practically pulling her out of bed. Millie smiled, "Today is the day, Anastasia."

She climbed out of bed and the two pulled her into the bathroom. They started with a bath then dressed her in a fine red dress. Then they did her hair, leaving it drapping over her shoulders. Then jewelery and makeup. Anastasia looked at herself in the mirror, it was amazing, how much she appeared like her mother. She, for the first time, looked at herself and could see a Queen. She could almost picture the crown on her head. Millie and Arabella smiled at her, "You look beautiful, Anastasia... Now, let's get you down to your coronation before they start without you," They teased, pushing her to the door.
Anastasia looked at Samsul as he started to talk. When he paused for a moment, she nodded. When she finished, she sighed, "I know... Gerald has already spoken to me... But King George seems nice... And it might be nice... to visit Urias. Not to mention they are a major trading country... It wouldn't be problematic to have ties with them."

She adjusted herself on the ground and sighed, "It is quite alright, Samsul..."

She looked back up at the stars, "Oh, there's Ursa Minor.... And Orion's belt," She smiled, "Back home... I used to stay up to see Venus..." She sighed and closed her eyes, "I sometimes feel asleep in the field though and missed it entirely."
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