She had grown up here. Because she had often sneaked away from the adults to wander around when she was young, she knew this place far better than they did... Princess's pace was so fast that the little maid behind her could only jog to barely keep up.
It was almost dawn.
There were quite a few palaces between Princess's chambers and the kingdom's Pharaoh's residence... Perhaps it was because of her rebellious youth, but the distance between Princess's chambers and the Pharaoh's residence was, without a doubt, the greatest distance between any two buildings in the entire palace.
The distance seemed to silently recount a child's defiance toward her elders.
"Your Highness, we're almost there..." the little maid said, slightly out of breath. At last, we're almost there. I can stop and rest for a while. Keeping up with Princess is exhausting.
She always walked ahead of everyone else, like a guiding flame illuminating the road ahead.
But following her like this was truly exhausting... the little maid thought to herself: Everyone probably feels the same way... Doesn't Princess get tired?
But she didn't dare say it aloud... even though following her like this was truly, terribly tiring.
"Is this... still not repaired?" Princess suddenly stopped before the door to the Pharaoh's chambers and frowned at a statue standing outside.
It was not a statue symbolizing any deity, but merely something a craftsman had been ordered to create for decoration.
Princess remembered that three years ago, when she had left after arguing with the Pharaoh, she had used a divine artifact to snap off one of the statue's horns.
My fate is mine to decide... even if you are the king of the desert!
Yamalana...
"Your Highness? Your Highness?"
The little maid's voice came from behind, pulling Princess's thoughts