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Anastasia could see the palace in the distance and grinned. They rode through town the people waved to her as she practically hung out the carriage waving back. King George held her hips to prevent her from falling out. She grinned as they rode through the gates and grabbed Bon. She hardly waited for them to open her door before she jumped out. She placed Bon on the ground and Melor came running up to her barking. She grinned and picked him up and held him close to her. She placed back on the ground as he started to wiggle and laughed. She moved away from the carriage to allow George to climb out, as she noticed Samsul. She grinned and ran over to him, practically launching herself at him as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. Her head rested on his chest as she hugged him, "I missed you."
Anastasia sat in the carriage this time with George and Bon, who sat on her lap. The king watched her, "Why on earth did you keep that thing?"

She looked up at the King then down at the chicken, "That lady gave it to me. It was the least I could do. I'll easily be able to take care of it at the palace... One chicken can be the difference between eating and starving and she gave her to me..." She smiled and pet the chicken before standing and quickly moving to sit next to George, "She's a sweet little thing too."

She took his hand and had him pet the animal. She smiled at him, "My papa had a chicken that attacked me when I was a kid."

George looked at her, surprised, "And that didn't put you off chickens."

She shook her head, "Just mean ones."

She grabbed a piece of paper and her pen and started to sketch Bon. She hadn't had much time to write a letter to Samsul but she wanted to send him something for him to know she was alright. When she finished, she folded it in three then wrote:

Dear Samsul,

We've been busy lately and I haven't time to write you. Have a picture of Bon.

Sincerely,
Anastasia
Anastasia looked out the window of the carriage as they rode along a beach of Urais. As she looked out onto the water, she smiled softly. She looked down at the letter in her lap and the pen in her hand. She had kept her promise to Samsul and wrote letters to him often. It wasn't hard. There was so much to see and she found that he was the only one she truly wanted to share her excitement with. She had even told the others that she wished to do a little bit of work to get the carriage to herself. She wrote:

Dear Samsul,

I've just come to realize that you are still making me work while on vacation. With all these letters I've written to you, my writing has become less laughable. Urais is beautiful and warm. I've even gotten to see the ocean. It is like nothing I've ever seen before. I wish I could show it to you. We had a picnic on the sand and George even got attacked by gulls. He deserved it, he had been taunting them with his sandwich for sometime. Despite how amusing the spectacle was, I was the only one to laugh. In fact, none of the staff seem as warm as those at home. The people here are lovely and joyful. There are celebrations almost everywhere we go. Although, I feel that is because we are there. I snuck a glimpse when we were moving through the night at a small town I don't believe I was to see. The people were nothing but skin and bones, begging the guards for food. One of George's guards even kicked a man away. I couldn't continue to watch. We really must deal with any hunger issues in Greenspring when I return...

There have been many days on my trip where I've wished that you could have come. However, I find it easy to relax knowing that you are watching of Greenspring for me. For that, I cannot thank you enough.

I miss home and soon we will be finishing our tour of Urais and returned to Greenspring. I can hardly wait. Urais is wonderful but I miss home. Everyone here, spare George, calls me Queen Anastasia, which is strange it itself. The people of Urais seem to love George and Prince Henry but I feel as though it is different from the love Queen Elena had, the love that I wish to have. These people gives us things as we go, in fact, George is currently sitting in the second carriage with three guards and a chicken someone gave to me. They wanted to leave it behind but I insisted we take and care for it. Besides, that could have been that woman's livelihood. I've named her, Bon. I hope you are taking good care of Melor for me. I miss him terribly. As I do you.

Sincerely,
Anastasia
Anastasia looked up at Samsul when he asked her to promise not to get courted before she got back to the palace. Of course, a moment later, he said she didn't have to do it if she didn't want to, thus making the promise pointless. She smiled and took his hand. She lifted it up and wrapped her pinky around his own, "I promise."

She walked with him to seek out food for the both of them to eat. As much as she wanted Samsul here to guard the palace, she couldn't help but think how strange it was going to be to be anywhere without him. He had been beside her for the last six months, and suddenly she was going to set out without him. She may have lived twenty years without him in her life... but the thought of him not being somewhere where she would just have to call for him was mind boggling.
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The next day, once the Royal had all set out, Anastasia walked down the steps of the palace. In a simple travelling dress, she prepared for the long trip around the country. They would be bringing another carriage for her items as well as a few guards. She walked over to the first carriage and took George's hand as he held it out to help her in. She glanced back at the castle to see Samsul standing at the door to see her off. She grinned and waved goodbye, "Take good care of them for me!"

Then with George's help, she slipped into the carriage and soon after, they left.
Natasha shook her head, "You aren't alone in that," She kissed the top of his head as he closed her eyes. She didn't fall asleep with it, wanting to make sure that he was okay. After some time, she too began fall asleep. With his arm around her, she felt comfortable, which might have been strange to anyone else. After all, he had nearly killed her, not to long ago. But she knew that he didn't want to and there was only one scenario in which he would try again. Which meant she had to keep Loki as far away from him as possible. If he was this torn up after almost killing her, she couldn't imagine how he would react if her succeeded. She sighed mumbled, "I love you, Clint," Before her train of thought derailed entirely and she drifted off to sleep.
Natasha sighed and relaxed against him as he wrapped his arms around her. She shook her head, "Things aren't ever going to go back to normal... You know that," She smiled, "If they did, you wouldn't be having nightmares and I wouldn't curled up in bed with you..."

She started to play with his short hair with the hand she wasn't lying on, "And you aren't going crazy. Unless you are suggesting that I'm going crazy as well," She teased. She looked at him, "Close your eyes... And just think about me... and how much I love you... And how I will be right here if you get scared again."
Natasha was walking through the halls, nightmares keeping her from falling asleep. She limped slightly into Clint's room to see him, curled up in his bed. She pursed her lips, he was scared. When the worry of her passed, his own nightmares about Loki sprung up. She lifted his blankets up and climbed into the bed behind him. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and kissed his skin. She rested her cheek on his shoulder. She sighed and looked up at his face, "How are you?" She asked quietly.
Anastasia was surprised when Samsul took her hand. She looked up at him, shocked, as he explained that he would stay behind and watch over the palace and country. She gave him a smile as he squeezed her hand, asking her to send him a letter once in a while, just so that he could know she was okay. She grinned, "I'll send you a letter every day if it makes you happy."

She squeezed his hand back, "Thank you, Samsul."

George looked up at the Lost Elf and nodded, "Yes, thank you, Samsul."

He then looked to Anastasia, "I'm going to talk to... Gerald. See when he sees fit that we leave. Go and enjoy your festivities, Anastasia."

She nodded to him then looked at Samsul and laughed a little, "I'm starving."
Anastasia looked at him as he said that he could stay behind while she left. She sighed and nodded, "Yes... Of course. Then you haven't anything to worry about... I'll stay," She took a deep breath and smiled at him, "I don't want to leave all of Greenspring is just anyone's hands."

She turned away from Samsul and walked over to George and shook her head, "I would love to go with you, George... But Samsul has requested to come and he is the only person I would ever leave Greenspring in the hands of," she gave him a soft smile, "Thank you for the offer."

George looked at her a little stunned, "Why do you just order him to stay?" He asked.

Anastasia blinked at him. She knew she had that authority but Samsul was her friend and she didn't enjoy the idea of order anyone to do anything they didn't want to do. Besides, he had good reasoning to come along. She shook her head, "That I cannot do..."

She curtsied to him before she walked around him and away. George looked at Samsul and shook his head before giving an overly dramatic bow and turning to follow the Queen.
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