Leandra
As thy looked out across the beautiful city of Verona, thy could not help but to feel despair at the prospect of never being able to venture out into it. Thy was confined to the realms of the manor, watching the east sun rise and the west sun set, listening too the blue birds' songs and the parley of the people below. The mid-summer sun was like the light of a thousand stars, leaking over the horizon and indulging the lands in an amber luminescence. One may oft ponder on the wonders of nature if one has naught to do or say all day though one's mother is oft thinking of conceits to solve one's problem.
Thy looked to the heavens and wondered if yonder thou could be free too do as one pleases though thy knew that death was no option. Thy oft ponders if thy should meet thy sister above the clouds or if thy sister should have fallen to the dark depths of hell in which the devil dwells.
Thy was desperate too find out the lost secrets of thy sister's rebellious life and of her lover's. Thy was awares of the family feud between the Montagues and the Capulets though thy knew not of the reason. One oft thinks of one's sister, how thou looked, how thou behaved, thou temperament; was thee fell or kind? Thy parents had ripped the beautiful portraits of sister Juliet from the walls of the manor, as though they could just rip the shame away, and they had forbidden thee to ever go into Verona in fear of any truanting or rebelling. Yonder was the reason thy wished too venture outside so much. Cousin Demetrio would tell thee of the sights of the city, explain them in great detail, allow thy mind to experience them without going against thy parents' rule. Demetrio oft sit with thee unto thee should drift from reality too the world of dreams, whispering sweet lullabies in thy ears...