Silence in Church

The princess entered the room. She wasn't very tall. Probably around five foot and four inches tall. Blonde curls cascaded around her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes were on the floor. Watching her footsteps as she gingerly kicked the skirt of her dress as she walked. She looked like she was gliding across the isle of the church. A tiara made of diamonds and sapphires sat in her hair standing three inches tall. It sparkled in the light that beamed through the windows and made her pale skin glow.  
She was by herself. Seeing the princess by herself was rare and almost never happened. A lady's made would always be with her. Standing watch at her every move. They would stand with their shoulders squared and their hands folded together in front of them. They always looked mean.
When the princess was by herself she seemed a lot happier. She was calm. She was soft. She was beautiful. She sat in the pew four rows from the front. I watched her head lift to the heavens and her beautiful blue eyes sparkled for hope. She was sad. She was full of sorrow that I had never seen before. She leaned her elbows on the pew in front of her and clasped her hands together. Her chin rested on her knuckles. Her lips didn't move. In fact she was so still...she was like a statue.
I sat in the pew behind her. She didn't even look like she was breathing. Her hair that lay on her dress was so vibrant. Her blonde locks were striking against the beautiful navy blue hue of her dress. I always admired her beaut from afar. I am only a church boy. I sing in the choir every Sunday, Wednesday, and Friday. It was how I lived since I was six. I knew the princess and I were the same age...but it would never be for me to marry someone so beautiful and royal.
"Princess?" I said quietly as not to startle her.
She moved lightly. Her small frame turned and she faced me. Her hands now folded in her lap. She smiled. Showing beautiful white teeth. "Did I disturb you? I'm so sorry. I try to be quiet when I'm by myself. It's so hard to be alone."
"No. You didn't. You're actually very quiet..." I couldn't stop staring at her. So beautiful...so fair..."I was just curious...are you needing help?" I didn't know what to say.
"No. I was just...looking for guidance from the Lord." She said. As she spoke I saw the hope leave her eyes. "If there is..."
"God is here. He is always here. Even though he doesn't seem to be." My voice was low and I could feel the air grow cold.
"Then why am I still not free? Fredrick, I am trapped in this castle and I'm forced to show my face to people I don't know and they adore me! I hate it here. I want to run. Never come back."
I had never heard her raise her voice before. Her soft voice, the sounds of soft bells. Now the loud jingle of thousands of bells rang by children at Christmas. She even said my name. I didn't know she knew my name.
"Here in this church you are free. I will claim it your sanctuary when you wish to be alone. No one will be allowed to enter..." I said to her.
"Thank you Fredrick..."