The Sole Heir

"Where is the person that was supposed to entertain me?" a sassy voice called out at the elderly maid that was standing in a corner of the room.

The room was large but didn't have much space because of the partitioning that the princess had done there. Princess Yuri was one to be entertained because she got bored so quickly. During meetings with her father, the king, and his officials, she would yawn loudly. The sound emitting from her mouth dripping with sarcasm but clearly indicating that she was downright bored already.

Her heart was wild and she wanted to see more of what was out there. Instead of being cooked and locked up in her kingdom -- just because she was the sole heir to the Yidal Throne.

However, Yuri shouldn't be mistaken for something else. She loved the fact that she was to rule the kingdom next. Yuri liked power and planned to be greater than her father was. She envisioned herself conquering more kingdoms and putting everyone under her rule. And Yuri Yidal knew that was why she had been born. She took great pride in her inevitable reign -- even now.

"I have called for him Princess Yuri... he will be here soon," Sally, the elderly maid said in a voice that was croaky but full of etiquette and care. She had been the one that had taken care of Yuri since her mother's death at childbirth.

"Good... I can not wait to hear his boring jokes," Yuri said with an expression of shock on her face as to why she wanted to laugh at the thought of the 'boring' comedian's jokes. Despite Yuri's mind being on the arrival of the man that would tell his painfully repetitive jokes, her mind was on something else as well.

She had heard about a part of her kingdom where some other people who she wasn't aware of stayed there. Her mind had been on that and Yuri had decided that that night, she was going to put a stop to the curiosity that had gripped her from the moment she got hold of that piece of information.

"You are to be in the chapel, Princess, The bell rang ten minutes ago," Sally said with slight worry in her voice. She had noticed Yuri's mood and she knew that the princess didn't plan to attend the evening prayers -- again.

"We will miss it today, Sally...and I say we because I have an assignment for you," Yuri said with a glint in her eyes. The corner of her lush lips was turned up and it made the rose oil that she had applied on her lip glitter in the candlelight that Sally had lit not too long ago.

"Oh... oh no, Yuri..." Sally muttered with a few steps forward. She knew that look all too well. Sally had literally nursed Yuri and watched her blossom into the lovely lady that she was now -- even though Yuri had a few traits that Sally could not wean off her.

"Do not do what you are thinking," Sally pleaded.

"Tsk...how do you even know what I am thinking?" Yuri asked stubbornly. "Are you going to listen to me or not, Sally?" Yuri asked. Now with a straight face and eyes as cold as ice.

Sally straightened her almost bent back and cleared her throat. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Alright, Princess. What is it this time?"

"I am going out of the palace. N-"

Sally gasped. Her hands flew to her chest as if her throat had suddenly stopped getting the air she needs to breathe.

Yuri rolled her eyes. "I knew you were going to make a big deal out of this."

"Why wouldn't I?" Sally asked with her brows so bent it was as if she was going to burst into tears any time soon.

"You are the sole heir to this kingdom!"

"Do you think I do to know that?"

"Imagine what the king would do to me if anything ever happened to you..."

"Nothing will happen to me... it is not like I am totally defenseless, Sally," Yuri said. Then, she turned and walked away towards the door of her large but overly cozy chambers.

That was when Sally noticed the princess's dressing. She had something like a cloak that had a large hood attached to it. Sally's eyes widened. The princess had gotten this made for herself -- and without her help for that matter. It made really feel uneasy but she swallowed and walked toward the princess.

"Where are you going?" Sally asked. Her voice trembled before she was able to mask the fear in it.

All the times that Princess Yuri had gone out without her father's knowledge talk more of permission, she had gone in her normal clothes -- not the ceremonial 'princessy' ones but normal dresses. This time around, she was going with a cloak -- a cloak that Sally had not known anything about its making. Why? That was the question that bugged Sally's mind.

"You are going somewhere forbidden, aren't you?"

The Princess stopped in her tracks. Without looking back at Sally to reply to what she had asked, Yuri said; "You are questioning me, Sally... I do not take kindly to that and you know it."

"But I have too protec-"

The guards positioned just outside Yuri's chambers closed the doors after their princess. She had warned them prior not to ask questions or tell anyone about her leaving the place that evening.

Sally's words hung in the air as she stood watching the door that Yuri had just walked through. The girl was stubborn, hard-headed, and proud. However, Sally wondered if the king would believe that there was little she could do about Yuri leaving the palace -- that is if he ever found out -- which Sallyt desperately prayed that he did not.

She took a cushion pillow that Yuri had gifted her many years ago, yes, on her 56th birthday precisely, and placed it on the floor beside the princess' bed. In a swift movement too swift for her age, Sally sat on the pillow that she had placed on the ground. That was where she was going to wait until the princess arrived.

Sally's lips began to move in accordance with the hymns that she was hearing being sung from the chapel. Sally took out her rosary and began to swirl it around her fingers. She hoped that Yuri would be fine anywhere she was.