Chapter 1-Rilla

"Calena! Get in here, NOW!" Why are servants always so incompetent? I have given up on finding a decent one. Now, I just devote my time to trying to break them to my will... Most people would say that's cruel, but I think it's fun. No one gets hurt, so there's no harm done. They learn to be proper servants, and I get a fun game for awhile. It's a win-win situation! Besides, I'm the princess of Hyrule, it's not like they can stop me from doing anything I want. As soon as my parents are gone, I own the world, and all the people in it. That's gonna be pretty sweet.
Of course, there is another princess. And sometimes I get the feeling everyone like her more than me, even my parents. Princess Saria is my goody-goody cousin, and she drives me crazy. I swear she wants to make everyone hate me! When I'm queen, I'll make sure she's properly dealt with.
My servant, Calena, bounds into the room. "Can I help you, princess?" she asks, panting. She took all together too long, but she's just learning, so I'll let it go with a small warning.
"I trust you'll be faster next time. My time is valuble, you know, and I'll thank you not to waste it. Now, I would like my breakfast. The usual."
"Excuse me, princess, but I don't know what the usual is. I'm new here."
"Yes, that is increasingly apparent with every dumb move you make, and there are many! But the cooks know what my usual is, so don't worry about it. Go! My time is valuble... and I don't like repeating myself." She scurries out the door. Yeah, you better run, worthless brat.
I admire myself in the mirror. I'm beautiful, aren't I? Then, there is the fact that I have to wear makeup and just the right clothes to look as beautiful as I am. Saria looks good in anything. She could wallow in mud for a week straight and still make guy's hearts skip a beat. She makes me ill.
But mark my words, I will get back at her for all she's done to me, and she's done lots. From the time she was born, she's been more famous than me, better liked than me, and prettier than me. And I have yet to find her weakness in all that perfection. But I will find it, and I will attack it. The very thought of making her finally fall off that high horse she's on makes me nearly squeal with joy. I would squeal with joy, except my breakfast's late. Can't anyone do anything right around here?
"CALENA!"
She hurries to my side and pants, "Yes... Your Highness?... May I... help... you?"
"You can check and see when my meal will be ready. It's already taken longer than it should. I'm going to the dining room, and you go tell those cooks they'd better hurry up if they want to stay on my good side."
"Yes, princess." Calena hurries away, and I am out the door after her. My appearence is sufficient for today. It's not like I'm doing anything special.
Fortunately for the cooks, my breakfast is on the table when I reach the dining room. Mom and Dad are at the table, too, already eating and talking. As usual, I evesdrop. After all, what could they be talking about in my presence that isn't safe for me to hear? It's not like I can't hear them accidantally.
"It's Saria's birthday next week. How old is she turning?" Dad asks.
Mom looks up from her meal and says, "Is it coming up already? The days sure fly by!"
"Uh-huh. How old will she be?"
Mom considers this for a moment, then says, "Twelve." How could she have forgotten? Saria's one year older than me. If she knows how old I am, she knows how old Saria is.
I point out, "It's my eleventh birthday in five months."
Mom looks at me and says, "Yes, dear, we know that." Turning back to Dad, she asks, "What should we get Saria?"
She ignores me, of course. You'd think Saria was their immediate heir instead of me! This is one conversation I will choose to tune out. I'll just think about that guy I saw in the market yesterday. He was pretty cute.
After brakfast, as I'm about to go back to my chamber, Mom calls after me, "Think about what to get Saria for her birthday, alright? It's in six days!"
"I know." Beleive me, I know.

I spend the day thinking and looking in the mirror. If it kills me, I will figure out a way to overthrow Saria, and to be better looking than her. In every spare moment, I wonder how. And if my parents ask if I'm thinking about Saria's birthday, the honest answer will be yes. Her big day presents many opportunites for "accidents" that might spoil her perfect public image. Unforutnately, I have yet to find a flaw to work off of.
As I'm standing there before that mirror, thinking about my good-for-nothing cousin, guess who shows up. That's right, Saria herself, with that ever present grin and those beuatiful clothes. They used to mine, until she needed them. And she is, of course, top priority.
"Hello, Saria." I regard her coldly. But she knows what I think of her, and I know she feels the same towards me.
"Hi, Rilla. What's up?"
I shrug. Like I'm going to tell her what's going through my head.
"Well, I just came over to see if you wanted to go riding with me. You do have a horse, don't you?" she sounds skeptical of my riding skills. How dare she! Just because her mother's the most talented horseback rider in the history of Hyrule and her father's the second best doesn't mean she's the new champion! Still, I won't show my anger. I'll use her own tactics of seeming calm through everything.
"Of course I can ride. I have a horse named Satin, and she's white. What do you have, farm girl?"
"You know I have Navi, and I always have." She looks like her mother, Epona." Of course, Navi. Her little sidekick, named after her father's little sidekick.
"All right, then, let's go. I'll get my riding clothes on and meet you in the stables. Calena!" Calena escorts Saria out the door, but I hear little miss perfect comment that she knows her own way to the stables, and thanking my attendant for the escort offer anyway. She irritates me more every time I see her.