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"Well, Princess? Shall we be off, and leave these two doddering old fools to gossip?"

Anastasia simply nodded, after exchanging glances with her Father. She watched the old men talk about the good ol' days, and King things, before looking at her future husband. She had to admit, that he wasn't nearly as handsome as her maidens had said he would be. She nodded to the man, looking over him. His red tunic seemed a bit over-dressed, but she didn't mind too much. She liked well-dressed men.

"Where are we going?" She asked as they walked from their Fathers.