I'm honestly only through about half the anime at this point, but watching Hermione's actions got me thinking. Hatred for Juliet is swirling around in her more than she'd be willing to express. This is purely a hypothetical situation. I don't own Romeo x Juliet or any of the mentioned characters.

Around midnight, my men surrounded the place where they had been told, under threat of death, Juliet Capulet and her companions were hiding. The door was broken down, and the intelligence was correct. Her one-eyed guard and blond henchman awoke quickly, noticing the onslaught of soldiers, and they fought valiantly despite having been unconscious but a few moments earlier.

"Flee, Lady Juliet!" The one-eyed man screamed, and the redhead did as she was told. The small boy took her out the window in the back, but I was waiting. I knew where they were going. I would show no mercy.

I motioned to my favorite guard to decapitate the boy and to restrain the whore. She shrieked with sorrow, commanded me to cease my actions; didn't I know what I was doing? Aye, that I did. However, she also took away any opportunity I had for a future. Romeo would be kept alive. He would become my husband. But I would become the victim of another loveless marriage. It would be a sham in the eyes of the people of Neo-Verona, and in the eyes of God. I could be the most attentive wife a man could have, and yet he would only have eyes for her. My future happiness would revolve around my opportunity to sell my love to the highest bidder. I would be no more than a common slut, and I refused to stoop that low.

"Go on. Give me one good reason I shouldn't have you run through right this moment," I said dully.

"It will wound Romeo deeper than you could ever know," she said, and I paused. This was also true. However, no matter if the whore remained dead or alive, Romeo would pine for her still. I would be left out in the cold. I did not come to Neo-Verona to be pushed aside like a commoner.

There was a glint of hope in her eyes. Maybe she was counting on my usual meek nature to come through for her. I would never show any kindness to the witch who stole away my husband.

"We're done here," I proclaimed, and drawing my hand across my throat, she lost her head. When her head finished rolling, I picked it up by its filthy red hair.

"Long live Romeo's true princess," I spat.