Okay so this is taking back in medieval times…no wormholes, just back in the 1600's
Josie was the 3rd best princess in all countries involving France, England and Scotland.
England.
The country her broom to be was living in, until coming here.
She wore a black strapless corset dress and huffs combing her hair "I hate him" she grits through her teeth
"You don't hate him" Corrine, her maid but a friend also, said.
"I do! I want a life of my own…I never wanted to have a life like this" she threw the comb down madly "I want to marry when I want and who I want…" she stood and Corrine goes to the back.
Josie huffs "And I hate these cursing dresses" why couldn't she have been a man?
Corrine had to laugh at that "you keep amazing me Josie" she tightend her corset "Suck in"
"I have to be able to breath" snaps Josie as the door opens and Josie glared "Father…"
Aviner smiled to his daughter "Are you ready?" he asks "Big day to meet your husband to be"
"Couldn't you of gotten someone younger? Better?" Josie at least wanted that
Aviner shook his head smiling "No one was younger for a prince"
"So you set me with a king? He's already been married! He's what? 30?" She says in disgust, Aviner nods Corrine to the door and she takes the hint slowly leaving.
He went closer to Josie "I don't give a damn what you want, I'm doing this for me and my country"
Josie swallowed hard and ran out the door.
She ran through the bushes of roses and never stopped running.
She fell hard into someone and landed on them