what i want - jogurt

part 1

"Jocelyn, it's time to go." Celeste calls, as Jocelyn rolls her eyes and gets up.

"Give me five more minutes." She yawned, as Celeste sighed in annoyance.

"I gave you more than enough time. Hurry up." She grumbled, and walked out.

"God, so annoying. I don't even want to meet this dude." Jocelyn groaned, as she got up.

These stupid heels were hurting her ankles, and the dress was so itchy and long, she just wanted it to be over.

"Yoham, please take Jocelyn to the carriage once she decides to act mature." Celeste spat, as she walked out.

"Yes, Ms. Llanes." Yoham, Jocelyn's personal guard answered.

Jocelyn rolled her eyes as she looked at her guard.

"Can you, like, tell my mom I'm sick?" She sighed, as the guard kept his expressionless look, and turned to face her.

"I'm afraid I cannot, Ms. Llanes." He formally spoke.

"Don't call me Ms. Llanes. It's Jocelyn. Keep it simple."  Jocelyn spoke as she found it annoying to be referred to so formally.

"It would be very unprofessional of me to address you as your first name, Ms. Llanes. I'm afraid I cannot." The guard said, as he turned back.

"Ugh. Whatever, let's go, Yoham." She rolled her eyes, not caring about formalities.

"Call Dame Denise and Lady Vale over." She demanded, as the guard bowed and instantly went to look for the ladies-in-waiting.

Jocelyn climbed into her carriage and sighed. Shit, fuck arranged marriages.

"Your majesty!" Valeria yelled, as she jumped into the carriage holding a basket of food.

"Your majesty, Joce!" Denise smiled as she followed.

"Bitch be careful you almost poked my ass with your fucking sword!" Vale yelled, as Denise snorted.

"My bad bro."

"Bro guys, they're literally sending me off to some fucking ugly dude. Like, I want to be with some cute guy that I like." Jocelyn sighed, as Denise and Vale looked at each other worriedly.