These two souls were fated to meet; fated to intertwine. But what happens when the greatest love story of all time hits the two young lovers of Pennsylvania? Will love truly defeat hate, or will hate defeat this love? While love takes time, takes knowledge, for fair Spencer Juliet Hastings, and true Toby Romeo Cavanaugh, things may change forever.

"These violent delights have violent ends.

And in triumph die, like fire and powder.

And with a kiss, consume."

The young and beautiful fair lady Spencer Juliet Hastings stared dazzlingly at the stars on her brick balcony that night. She traced each star with her eyes, each white edge. A dog howled somewhere beyond the Hastings house. It echoed in the distance, but Spencer did not take her eyes away from the brilliant bright moon. Her white nightgown swayed with the easy night breeze, brushing against her legs. She was deep in thought, with everything. With the world, with her family's rivals, the Cavanaugh's. She frowned. They were enemies for centuries. No one knows what went down between the families, but they only know, to this day, they were still enemies. No one argued against it, no one brought it up. It was just as simple as that.

"Bright wise moon, please tell thee why we have such cold differences? For thou I do not recover the distinct history between the names 'Hastings' and 'Cavanaugh'."

The moon still shined; no reply, no slight change. Spencer sighed, and turned to head back inside from the chilly Verona weather that night. She paced herself over to her desk that had a mirror above it. On the desk was a single golden brush. She picked it up gently in her petit hands, and brushed the comb throw her long brown hair that went down to the midpoint in her back. She caught herself glance at her reflection in the mirror. There, she stared. She stared at her brown eyes, which were speckled with green lines throughout. She stared at the single freckle on her left cheek, which never ceased to go away. She stared at her silhouette in the mirror, her body thin, but she had a beautiful look about it, that most of the men of her turned at gapped at her just to catch another look at her. She didn't put much thought into how she looked. She never really did.

As she set down her brush, there were two quiet and quick knocks on her door. Spencer turned. "Who's there?"

The door cracked open slightly, and she saw two small blue eyes pop out from behind the door, blondish gray hair, and a wise look. It was Ashley. Ashley was like a second mother to Spencer, her nanny since birth, she had grown closer to Ashley than to her own mother. Her real mother, Lady Hastings, was more conceited. She always wore for too much clothing, hair always perfectly pulled back. Her mother was what you called sort of a "witch". In a sense, her mother didn't understand what Spencer wanted. Spencer only wanted to please her parents, but, at the same time, she wanted to do things for herself. She thought she at least deserved that after all she had done to be loyal to her parents. She really didn't mind doing as they asked most of the time. She mainly would go along with what she was told to do, with chores, with how to act, with just about everything. There were small parts of her that just wanted to… break free. Make her own choices for once. Especially when it came to finding a husband.

She gagged at the thought. Her parents choosing her husband. Her parents hadn't chosen someone random either, they choose someone of high class, someone who was urbane in all manners, and that person of course had to be from the Kingston family. Wren Kingston.

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