Samsul's eyes locked on to the chair beside Anastasia as she patted it, signifying for him to sit down next to her. He complied and did as such, pulling the chair out and sitting down in it. When she asked if he was going to eat or not, he simply nodded and looked at the door to the kitchens. "If the chef handling our food knows anything, he will know what I usually eat in the mornings without me even asking for him to prepare it. I asked for him to give you a smaller meal than the one from last night." He paused for a moment and leaned very slightly over to her. "How are you feeling now? Any better then earlier or last night?" If she was still sick like she was after the feast, then she should only have small amounts of food at a time, even with a smaller meal, but if she was fine or doing better, than he assumed that it would be fully okay with her to eat at whatever pace she chooses.
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Anastasia nodded slightly when he asked her about her health, "I no longer feel like I'm going to fall over... So better," She smiled at him, thankful that he had chosen to sit down. However, she figured that it was highly unlikely that he would have done anything otherwise, with her having asked him to. She looked toward the way to the kitchen before glancing back at Samsul, "It must be nice... Having someone know you that well. That you don't even have to ask for them to know."
She looked down at Melor, who lay at their feet, now eating the stick that they had been throwing for him earlier. She found herself biting her lip again as she looked around the room once more. She was unfamiliar to people. There wasn't anyone who would know when to make her food without her asking. On top of that everyone and everything was so unfamiliar to her. She found herself searching each room more often than she should, just trying to get an understanding of it. Become familiar with something she didn't understand. All of this was just so strange...
She looked down at Melor, who lay at their feet, now eating the stick that they had been throwing for him earlier. She found herself biting her lip again as she looked around the room once more. She was unfamiliar to people. There wasn't anyone who would know when to make her food without her asking. On top of that everyone and everything was so unfamiliar to her. She found herself searching each room more often than she should, just trying to get an understanding of it. Become familiar with something she didn't understand. All of this was just so strange...
As he looked at her face and lack of speech, Samsul leaned over to her more and looked with her with some concern, wondering why she was just looking off in to space and also what she was thinking about. The man who was making their food had been a chef at the palace for quite some time, he was an older man, and he could cook the most amazing food when he got down to it. He had known Samsul for quite some time, and although he was old, he still had good memory and knew the people who regularly came in to his kitchen and asked for food. He was also lucky enough to say that Queen Elana was a friend of his, and with her personality, many of the people that made the staff were knew her well to some degree.
"Anastasia, are you alright? You look worried." He ask her, looking at her with some concern and leaning away just slowly so that he wasn't right up next to her.
"Anastasia, are you alright? You look worried." He ask her, looking at her with some concern and leaning away just slowly so that he wasn't right up next to her.
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Anastasia jumped when Samsul asked her if she was okay. She had gotten lost in her thought and had almost forgotten he was there. She looked at him and smiled, nodding, "Yes... I'm fine.... Just trying to familiarize myself with everything," she sighed slightly, "I figured if I'm to live here, I might as well get used to all of it as soon as I can..."
She didn't looked back off but instead, held his gaze, "I get lost in my head sometimes... You needn't worry," She thought about it for a second then laughed slightly, "Although, I suppose that is your job... To worry about me... And I also suppose that it isn't smart for me to zone out like that... Just in case... I don't want to put myself in any excess danger for you to... worry about..."
She started to play with her fingers again as she looked at him, "I didn't worry you, did I?"
She didn't looked back off but instead, held his gaze, "I get lost in my head sometimes... You needn't worry," She thought about it for a second then laughed slightly, "Although, I suppose that is your job... To worry about me... And I also suppose that it isn't smart for me to zone out like that... Just in case... I don't want to put myself in any excess danger for you to... worry about..."
She started to play with her fingers again as she looked at him, "I didn't worry you, did I?"
She didn't worry him that much, but he did worry nonetheless. He thought that she was getting sick again, and sighed mentally out of relief when that wasn't the case. It was a lot to take in, and she wasn't being a burden at all by zoning out. He was just a little worried and there wasn't really anything else to it. Before he could think any more, the doors to the kitchen opened up and the man that had been talking with Samsul came out with one tray, holding two plates and one being significantly smaller than the other in the serving. He made his way over to the table and put the tray down in front of the two. "I hope that the two of you enjoy the meal, do you have any questions?" He asked Anastasia, since Samsul was already used to how he cooks his food and everything that he cooks it with.
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Anastasia looked at him, waiting for an answer, when she heard the doors of the kitchen open. She turned her attention to the doors and watched as the chef walked over to them and placed her and Samsul's food in front of them. She looked at it, thankful for the far smaller portion than the night before. She hoped this would be a more common amount of food for her to eat as she didn't think she could make it through another mountain of food like she had the other night. She bowed her head in thanks to the man who served their food. When she rose her head again, she found the man looking at her asking if she had any questions. She smiled and nodded her head, "Just one... What's your name?"
The Chef smiled at the question, glad that is was different than the usual ones that he was asked, like "What's in the food?" or "How long did it take to make it?" or even "Can you ___?" It was a little odd that she would ask for his name, but he thought about her mother and how she loved to know most of the staff on a personal level. He bowed slightly and glanced to Samsul, who looked back at him briefly before disconnecting eyes. "My name is Eric, and I come from the Harall family of chefs!" He spoke in a gleeful tone of voice as he introduced himself. He looked down to Melor who was still at the ground, but looking at the aged chef curiously. He then looked back up to Anastasia and motioned towards the dog. "Would you like for me to get him something as well? Possibly a bone or fresh meat?"
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Anastasia smiled at him as his introduced himself. She bowed her head to him, "It is a pleasure to meet you."
She looked down at Melor when he asked if she would like for him to retrieve something for her dog. The animal's tail was hitting the ground as if he knew he was going to get something good from the attention they were giving him. She nodded her head, "That would be lovely, if it isn't too much a hassle for you... I'm sure he would love some meat," she looked back at Melor, "Would you, Melor?"
He barked at her and Ana laughed placing finger to her lips, "Quiet, Melor..." She turned back to the Chef and smiled, "Thank you, Eric."
She looked down at Melor when he asked if she would like for him to retrieve something for her dog. The animal's tail was hitting the ground as if he knew he was going to get something good from the attention they were giving him. She nodded her head, "That would be lovely, if it isn't too much a hassle for you... I'm sure he would love some meat," she looked back at Melor, "Would you, Melor?"
He barked at her and Ana laughed placing finger to her lips, "Quiet, Melor..." She turned back to the Chef and smiled, "Thank you, Eric."
He shook his head with a smile and glanced at the door to the kitchens. "Not a problem at all, princess. He is your pet, and therefore a part of the royal family. It would be an honor to serve him as well as you. If you'll excuse me, now." He spoke calmly and departed from the table and back to the kitchen to find a piece of meat or something to quickly cook up to make sure that the dog wouldn't get sick.
Samsul's eyes followed Eric until he left the hall, and then he looked over to Anastasia and the food. "We should begin eating now princess, Eric shouldn't take very long."
Samsul's eyes followed Eric until he left the hall, and then he looked over to Anastasia and the food. "We should begin eating now princess, Eric shouldn't take very long."
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Anastasia smiled and thanked Eric when said it wouldn't be an issue for him to retrieve food for Melor. She nodded her head when he excused himself to go get Melor's meat. His tail was drumming rhythmically on her chair's leg as he anticipated the food that none had told him about. She smiled at him then looked to Samsul when he spoke. She picked up her fork and scooped some food onto it, "You are very right, Samsul."
She slowly began to eat her food, not wanting to make herself sick again. After each bite, she waited a moment before retrieving the next, making sure that she wasn't going to be ill. Like this, she slowly worked through her plate of food, "Will I ever get to see the city?"
She slowly began to eat her food, not wanting to make herself sick again. After each bite, she waited a moment before retrieving the next, making sure that she wasn't going to be ill. Like this, she slowly worked through her plate of food, "Will I ever get to see the city?"
"If you wish to see the city, you can do so. I'm sure that the Queen will not mind it." He nodded and began to eat his food, at a quicker pace than Anastasia, but still relatively slow in his own right. He knew what Eric's cooking was like, so it wasn't a new or surprising experience for him, but he did enjoy the food nonetheless. "Although.." He had quickly faded off, not wanting to offend her or tell her what to do. I simply wanted to give a suggestion without being blunt, which was quite a challenge since he was practically the king of being blunt about things.
"I believe that bathing and freshening up would be in order after eating. Simply to keep clean and fresh while in the presence of the commonfolk." He didn't at all want to make it seem like he thought that she needed a bath, but it was something that should be done every day, and he didn't recall her bathing or cleaning up when they had arrived the day before, so it would be one of the first things to do in the morning. "We can go in to town later on today, if you like."
"I believe that bathing and freshening up would be in order after eating. Simply to keep clean and fresh while in the presence of the commonfolk." He didn't at all want to make it seem like he thought that she needed a bath, but it was something that should be done every day, and he didn't recall her bathing or cleaning up when they had arrived the day before, so it would be one of the first things to do in the morning. "We can go in to town later on today, if you like."
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Anastasia looked at him as he said she should bathe to keep fresh and clean in front of the common folk. She nodded her head and turned her attention back to her food. She nodded, "I will keep that in mind...." She hesitated a moment before looking back at him, "I would also keep in mind... that um... well... It is kind of rude to call them common folk. I've heard it said to a few people and really it is a derogatory term used by people who think themselves higher.... You may live in a castle but it is because of the common folk that you can stay on your high horse.... Not trying to be rude... You might not want to use the term in front of them... Citizens is far better."
She pressed her lips together and looked away, almost bashfully. She wasn't a person to really get mad but she did get passionate. If she was going to be a princess, she was going to make sure she never forgot that she was once a mere citizens of the country and she was going to make sure people didn't belittle them. Even if they didn't notice that they were doing it, "Today... sounds great."
She slowly picked through her food before she finished it. Placing her fork down she waited for Samsul to finish his own. She nodded her head, "I suppose I should go wash..."
She pressed her lips together and looked away, almost bashfully. She wasn't a person to really get mad but she did get passionate. If she was going to be a princess, she was going to make sure she never forgot that she was once a mere citizens of the country and she was going to make sure people didn't belittle them. Even if they didn't notice that they were doing it, "Today... sounds great."
She slowly picked through her food before she finished it. Placing her fork down she waited for Samsul to finish his own. She nodded her head, "I suppose I should go wash..."
"I... I will be sure to use the proper term, my apologies, Anastasia." He spoke up quickly after she was done telling him her thoughts, and how passionate she was about it. She obviously wasn't mad, as her voice didn't seem angry, but it seemed to him that he had stuck a nerve by using such a term for lower class people. It was a simple slip of the tongue for him, as he had lived around royals and high profile people all of his life, so it was only a matter of time before he started picking up words from them.
As Anastasia had finished talking, Eric came out with a somewhat small sized piece of cooked meet on a small plate to fit it on. He walked to the princess' side and knelt down, placing the plate in front of Melor so that he could eat as well. By that time Samsul had continued to eat and was just about done with his food. Eric stood up and glanced at the plates, which Anastasia's had appeared to have little to no food left, and Samsul's who had just been fully cleaned. "Shall I get these for you, Princess?" He asked her with a slight bow.
As Anastasia had finished talking, Eric came out with a somewhat small sized piece of cooked meet on a small plate to fit it on. He walked to the princess' side and knelt down, placing the plate in front of Melor so that he could eat as well. By that time Samsul had continued to eat and was just about done with his food. Eric stood up and glanced at the plates, which Anastasia's had appeared to have little to no food left, and Samsul's who had just been fully cleaned. "Shall I get these for you, Princess?" He asked her with a slight bow.
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Anastasia looked up at the Chef when he asked if she would like for him to take away the plates. It was strange, the previous night with her being ill, she hadn't the chance to experience someone taking away her plate. That had always been her job at home. She nodded, "Um... Yes, please... Thank you, Eric..."
She smiled as looked down at Melor, who was happily knowing away at the piece of meat. She sighed a little and sat back in her seat, "This is all.... So strange...."
After a moment of just sitting there, she stood, "Bathing.... That was the next on our list," her eyebrows knitted together as she looked at him, "You are probably fine to go off somewhere... unless your supposed to sit outside the door.... like you were this morning.... Um... Do as you wish or as you normally do... Ya...." She turned and Melor stood, his mainly devoured piece of meat in his mouth, and followed her. They walked to her room where she was met by Millie and Arabella. She smiled at them both, "Samsul says I need to bathe."
Millie looked at Samsul in a shock before smirking a little and taking the girl's arm, "Sure thing, we'll run a bath immediately."
She smiled as looked down at Melor, who was happily knowing away at the piece of meat. She sighed a little and sat back in her seat, "This is all.... So strange...."
After a moment of just sitting there, she stood, "Bathing.... That was the next on our list," her eyebrows knitted together as she looked at him, "You are probably fine to go off somewhere... unless your supposed to sit outside the door.... like you were this morning.... Um... Do as you wish or as you normally do... Ya...." She turned and Melor stood, his mainly devoured piece of meat in his mouth, and followed her. They walked to her room where she was met by Millie and Arabella. She smiled at them both, "Samsul says I need to bathe."
Millie looked at Samsul in a shock before smirking a little and taking the girl's arm, "Sure thing, we'll run a bath immediately."
Eric had simply nodded and took both of the plates as Samsul finished up with his last bites, walking back to the kitchen with both of the plates in his hands. He would get the last plate that Melor had later on when he was finished, but he'd let him be for now. Eric had quickly come back to fetch the last plate and resumed his duties in the kitchen.
Samsul sat in silence as she went on about what he would be doing while she was bathing. He was to guard her at all times, but he was simply going to stand outside the door to her room like he did earlier in the day while she cleaned up and got ready for the day. He stood up as she did and followed her to her room, only taking a few steps into the room before stopping and noticing Millie's odd smirk. He didn't really want to think about it, so he let it be and took steps back to the doorway and stood there at attention.
Samsul sat in silence as she went on about what he would be doing while she was bathing. He was to guard her at all times, but he was simply going to stand outside the door to her room like he did earlier in the day while she cleaned up and got ready for the day. He stood up as she did and followed her to her room, only taking a few steps into the room before stopping and noticing Millie's odd smirk. He didn't really want to think about it, so he let it be and took steps back to the doorway and stood there at attention.
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Millie and Arabella quickly filled Anastasia tub before they held her out of her night gown and undergarments. She covered herself, not feeling terribly comfortable with the thought of the two women looking at her. They helped her into the water and seemed to notice her awkwardness and smiled at her, "If you want, Anastasia, you can clean your body and we'll just wash your hair."
Ana nodded, thankful for that. Arabella handed her the soap and she started to covered herself in the suds. Millie went about cleaning her hair, "What are your plans for today, Pr-Anastasia?"
Anastasia smiled, "Samsul is going to take me into the city.... I've never been to the city... well other than our quick ride through it..."
Millie nodded, "Well that is exciting... One of the seamstresses came by and dropped off a few dress for you.... Since this will be your first time in the city as the Princess, we should dress you up nice to see the people," The older woman looked to the younger, "Do you want to prepare the golden one?"
When she was finished bathing Millie helped her dry off and she put on clean underwear. She walked out into her room and Millie braided her hair before they put her into the golden dress. It seemed to be longer in the back that it was front but it was also not as puffy as the one last night. Millie smiled, "You shouldn't have to ride side saddle in this... Although, to remain proper you might."
She walked her to the door and opened it. Anastasia smiled at Samsul, "Let's go to the city!"
Ana nodded, thankful for that. Arabella handed her the soap and she started to covered herself in the suds. Millie went about cleaning her hair, "What are your plans for today, Pr-Anastasia?"
Anastasia smiled, "Samsul is going to take me into the city.... I've never been to the city... well other than our quick ride through it..."
Millie nodded, "Well that is exciting... One of the seamstresses came by and dropped off a few dress for you.... Since this will be your first time in the city as the Princess, we should dress you up nice to see the people," The older woman looked to the younger, "Do you want to prepare the golden one?"
When she was finished bathing Millie helped her dry off and she put on clean underwear. She walked out into her room and Millie braided her hair before they put her into the golden dress. It seemed to be longer in the back that it was front but it was also not as puffy as the one last night. Millie smiled, "You shouldn't have to ride side saddle in this... Although, to remain proper you might."
She walked her to the door and opened it. Anastasia smiled at Samsul, "Let's go to the city!"
Samsul stood in the room quietly and stoically, waiting for Anastasia to finish up so they could go in to town for the day. He may have been a strong and noble man, but he was still decent, and was even temping himself to leave the room and wait in the hall until she was read, but before he could get far with that thoughts, everything stopped when she had left the bathroom to get the dress. Samsul was still as a stone and didn't more in the slightest, his blank face masking his embarrassment for standing there in front of a near naked woman. He didn't show any emotions whatsoever and even did his best to slow his breathing to make it seem even and natural.
He was shaken from his stupor as she reminded him that they were going in to the city. He dumbly nodded and quickly walked over to the door, opening it back up and waiting for any further orders or for anyone else to speak. He was a noble man and as such was taught to do everything a certain way. He was always decent and for some reason or another he hadn't expected for her to come out of the bathroom without a dress.
He was shaken from his stupor as she reminded him that they were going in to the city. He dumbly nodded and quickly walked over to the door, opening it back up and waiting for any further orders or for anyone else to speak. He was a noble man and as such was taught to do everything a certain way. He was always decent and for some reason or another he hadn't expected for her to come out of the bathroom without a dress.
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Millie looked at Samsul, not having expected him to be in the room. She thought, he would have stepped out once the Princess had gone with them. That was not the case. She shot Arabella look, who looking as if she were trying to say she attempted to tell her. Luckily, they had been quick to dress her and it seemed as if Arabella had hidden her from sight most of the time. Besides, the Princess didn't seem as if she really minded. It seemed that Samsul was far more shaken up by it than her or at least, she was fairly good at hiding it.
Anastasia hadn't seem Samsul till she turned around. She quickly said they should leave not to seem embarrassed. Samsul looked worked up about it and she didn't want to worry him anymore. She walked over to the door and smiled at him, "Thank you."
She stepped out of her room and Millie quickly ran over. She handed her a pair of gloves, "The reins can be hard on your hands..."
Anastasia smiled, "Thanks but I've got a lot of calluses... So I don't really have to worry..."
Millie nodded, "It is best that you do..."
Anastasia gave her a look then pulled on the gloves before looking to Samsul, "Are we going to ride into town?"
Anastasia hadn't seem Samsul till she turned around. She quickly said they should leave not to seem embarrassed. Samsul looked worked up about it and she didn't want to worry him anymore. She walked over to the door and smiled at him, "Thank you."
She stepped out of her room and Millie quickly ran over. She handed her a pair of gloves, "The reins can be hard on your hands..."
Anastasia smiled, "Thanks but I've got a lot of calluses... So I don't really have to worry..."
Millie nodded, "It is best that you do..."
Anastasia gave her a look then pulled on the gloves before looking to Samsul, "Are we going to ride into town?"
Samsul nodded once more as he left the room, now calmed down and back to his usual self. "Yes, we will be riding into town. There are many stores and shops that you can browse, to give you room more of a personal touch. If you like, we could even ask the Queen to send some guards back to your family to retrieve some of your things." He walked through the halls with little to say and made his way outside to the stables, where the horses were allowed to run around to their heart's content. the tallest of them was of course Samsul's and many others were just shorter than his. He turned to Anastasia and looked at her. "Pick any one of them, I don't really think it matters."
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Anastasia nodded when he mentioned that she would be able to personalize her room as well as possibly get things from her old home, "I would like that..."
She followed him out to the pasture and looked at the horses running around. With a glance at Samsul, she climbed onto the fence and sat down, looking at all of the horses as they played. There were some walking around with great grace, which she assumed were trained well in dressage and weren't meant to look fancy while being ridden. Those were most rode by the Queen and the ladies. However, the one that caught her eye was a black stallion that was running around, flicking its head about and it neighed. She laughed a little, it was less trained than the others but it reminded her of the horses at home that her father taught her to break in and train. She looked at Samsul, "The black stallion looks fun."
She followed him out to the pasture and looked at the horses running around. With a glance at Samsul, she climbed onto the fence and sat down, looking at all of the horses as they played. There were some walking around with great grace, which she assumed were trained well in dressage and weren't meant to look fancy while being ridden. Those were most rode by the Queen and the ladies. However, the one that caught her eye was a black stallion that was running around, flicking its head about and it neighed. She laughed a little, it was less trained than the others but it reminded her of the horses at home that her father taught her to break in and train. She looked at Samsul, "The black stallion looks fun."
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