Jo

By:Novicewriter

Whooo, I don't know about you, but I am exited about this story, I just got bored one day, so, I have decided to have a little bit of play on old Mr. Popular Galbatorix. Here it goes. Just so you all know, this story is taking place during Eragon.

Galbatorix's castle

Dear diary,

Wow, you would think that if your father was Galbatorix that you would get more than a journal for your 16'th birthday, but not from my dear old dad. My name is Josephine, can't you tell that he loves me, picking out such a heinous name. I just have my friends call me Jo. My mom was some whore that he "fell in love with", great huh. It is just great when your dad tells you when you are 5 that the only reason you are here is because he was drunk at the time. I have red hair that is always frizzy, hazel eyes, and freckles. I count my eyes as my best attributes, but truthfully, I could care less about what I look like, because like I said, this was my 16'th birthday, and my dad wants me to pick a husband. I don't want someone who will only love me for my looks, I want someone who will love me for who I am, not the king's daughter! I am more lucky than my dad's first daughter though (another slut) she had an arranged marriage. Guess I'll write, whenever.

Jo set down her new diary, lay on the bed, and thought about what she should do the rest of the day. She could go hang out with Eve, or she could read some books, or she could go out to the town. "What a wide selection." Jo thought to herself

Jo got up, and walked out of her "Bedroom." If you thought because she was the daughter of the king she would have all the things in the world that she desired, you were wrong. Jo's room consisted of a twin size bed in the corner, a small wardrobe, a window, and a mirror.

Jo continued out the door and down the stairs, when she was on the castle grounds, she took off in a dead run, which was easy for her, she was wearing some boys trousers, and a tunic. She made it through the gates, and deep into the city before she would dare stop running. "My dad thought that some guards could follow me." Jo thought

Jo saw a bakery shop, and made toward it. She pulled out a couple coins, and got herself a piece of cake, in celebration of her birthday. Sure there would be cake at her, what she called, "Get my daughter a husband," celebration, but she didn't really want to eat that. She was trying to scare away any men, by getting skinnier and skinnier. She looked like a walking skeleton with skin, but mostly it was natrual, she had always been on the skinny side.

She saw her friend Eve, and walked toward her. "Hey Eve!"

"Hey, Jo. Happy Birthday!" replied Eve. Eve had long beautiful brown hair, and in Jo's opinion, looked a lot more future queenly than she.

"Thanks. It's funny how you saying that is already more than what my dad did."

"Ya, well I am glad. I got you something."

"Oh no Eve, you didn't have to." said Jo

"But I wanted to."

Jo knew very well that Eve could barely afford food for her family, and if Eve had bought something for her than she must have been saving for a long time.

Eve pulled out a small copper chain with a copper praying angel hanging from it.

"Oh, thank you so much!" said Jo near tears

"I realize it is not like what you have at the palace, but-"

"Stop right there. I love it. Out of every bit of jewelry I have ever seen, I love this even more." said Jo

"Oh, I am so glad you like it!" Eve pulled Jo into a hug

When they broke apart, Jo put on the necklace.

"Oh My God, I have to get to the castle! I will talk to you later. I got to go!" yelled Jo as she ran out the door

Jo ran back to the castle, and quickly changed into a plain deep blue dress, that now hung limp on her thin form.

"I really have to get new dresses." thought Jo

Jo ran down the long corridors, until she came to a large oak door that led to the banquet hall. She opened the door to find exactly what she feared, every respected bachelor in the whole city was in the hall, and everyone fell silent and looked up at her when the door opened.

"Hello honored guest..." said King Galbatorix, who obviously was waiting for her to come in before giving this little speech. "I have brought all the sons of respected members of society here tonight, so that my daughter, Josephine, could pick a man to marry. Please, each of you, try to spend a little time with her, and enjoy yourselves." Galbatorix stepped down from the stage, and music started playing.

"Hello." said a young man from behind her. He had about shoulder length blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes.

"Hello, may I ask your name?" replied "Josephine"

"My name is Jack Glenn"

"Nice to meet you." said Jo politely. They made small talk for a couple of minutes, then she left Jack Glenn to himself.

Another man walked up. This one had short black hair and brown eyes. "He is probably 21!" thought Jo.

"Hello, my name is Aegidius (I-gi-de-us)" said the tall man

"Surely you know my name already. How old are you?"

"I am 21, turning 22 next month." Aegidius rather proudly

"Oh. 'I was right he is way to old'."

Josephine turned away, trying to find someone she knew. She spotted a familiar face. "Murtagh."

She walked toward her childhood friend, as he turned around. "Murtagh, hi. Thank god, someone who is not here just to get me in bed. How are you?"

"I am fine." replied Murtagh with a faint smile, "I can't believe your dad made me come."

"Ya, but I'm glad you did" a second later, another man pushed to her side, "Hello, I am Cornelius, How are you princess Josephine?" He had brown hair that hung in a low ponytail to about his mid back. She had actually had he eye on him for a long time.

"I am fine, Cornelius, and yourself?"

"Couldn't be better, I am talking to the loveliest girl in all the kingdom."

Jo blushed, and Murtagh rolled his eyes behind her. "You are too kind, and I hear that you are the son of a duke, am I correct?"

"Yes." replied Cornelius, "My father is Duke Constantius."

"Oh, please, I am not very savvy to such matters as politics, would you care to fill me in?" stated Jo flirtaciously

"Of course princess Josephine."

"Please, call me Jo."

"Yes, of course, Jo."

As they walked away, Murtagh gave an annoyed grunt. "I am not jelous, I am not jelous." Murtagh repeated to himself over and over.

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