She was such a friendly and familiar little thing. He turned to look at her, his expression changing from annoyed to pleased. "Anastasia," it was such a luxurious name. It had power! Presence! "I have come my dear to watch this amazing rendition. Who does not adore the late Elizabeth?" He pointed down to her blanket. "This was to be my seat, but I fear it's been taken. I shan't take it from you." He was hoping the girl would offer him the other half of the blanket.