AN: Ok, I wrote this in 9th grade – it's incredibly silly. The reason I am posting it is that I would like some opinions on whether I should go to the trouble of rewriting it, since I actually rather like it for some reason.

Disclaimer: Wow, I did not write Romeo and Juliet. Aren't you surprised? Also, first chapter borrows heavily from Mercedes Lackey's By the Sword. I'm sorry, don't sue me!

From A to Z

Grolier's Multimedia Encyclopedia - 4053 edition : Anarsia, Planet

Anarsia, fifth satellite of primary 395210, a.k.a. Star Usolu, Sector 45, was the 29th colony planet settled after the supernova of Sol, and consequent destruction of Terra. Human Caste system of Korfs and Sors in operation. A Korf is analogous to olden times Lord, Sor is personal servant. Sors will be bound to Korfs for periods of five to ten years. During interim, the Sor may be almost completely controlled by the Korf (See Sor for details). Population: 3,047,083. Colony force composed of both Churrian (characteristics see Churrian) and Human (characteristics see Human) races. Settled 12/28/3949 standard Terran time.

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"Kitelo, grab it!" came Zaineel's panicked cry, as the ponderous ice-sculpture in the center of the platter began to tilt. He managed to get it rebalanced long enough for her to race across the long kitchen hall to help him set it on the counter.

"Thank all the Lords and Ladies Above!" was her reverent sigh of relief. "If that thing had fallen, who knows what Alenele would have done!" She helped Kitelo carefully rebalance the towering ice creation, -monstrosity- his brain supplied, on his shoulder.

The Birth-eve celebration for Korf Alenele Fenelia Meryna Laraine Bismount was starting to take its toll on their nerves. The nineteen artistically artificial courses were all very heavy, and all very hard to serve. Zaineel had drafted every able body within calling distance of the kitchen dome, including her best friend, Kitelo.

"And this was supposed to be a visit," he grumbled as he marched out into the hall. Oh well, at least he would get to see Zai's often talked of mistress. He pushed open the serving door, running through his mind the litany Zaineel had drilled into him. -Walk to the head table, present the dish, pray to every deity you can think of that the ugly thing doesn't melt, set the dish in front of Alenele.- He walked through the double doors, managing somehow not to scrape it against the sides, went through the routine, and as he was setting the dish down looked straight at Alenele, and promptly fell head over heels in love. How he managed to get back to the kitchen he never knew.

He must have looked strange when he reentered the kitchen dome, because Zaineel immediately rushed over (no mean feat in the crowded dome) and told him to sit down.

"Zai, why didn't you tell me how... how..." He stopped, at a loss for words.

"How what? How long the room was? How many people would be there? What didn't I tell you?"

"How beautiful she is. Zai, I think I must be in love!"

"At least you didn't fall head over heels into the ice. "Zaineel said callously. "Look, I don't have time for this silliness. Now take this to the third table to the right," and she handed him a tray of soup bowls.

"But..." He was too late. She had already rushed off to prevent another minor calamity. He reluctantly headed off to serve the soup.

As Zaineel raced off after several apprentice cooks, she tried to sort out the strange and confused feelings Kitelo's confession of love for Alenele had caused. She swatted the slacking cooks soundly, and managed to pause a moment and lean against the cold wall. Then she got up, deciding her emotions would just have to wait, and went to check the servers.