Hermione's pov

The butler ever so calm quietly reported "You'll have to share a room with Lady Juliet, my lady, for that seems to be the safest room besides the gentlemens now if you'll excuse me. Juliet seemed to be the one to get over her shock the quickest, walking towards her, extending a hand of friendship she quietly offered to lead her to their room with a change of clothes as well. Hermione felt her clothes where fitting enough, much better than the Capulet girl's rags, it must have shown on her face. "Forgive me but most commoners can't afford such sumptuous fabric, you'd stick out like a sore thumb." And with that Juliet took her hand and led her away, Hermione had to ignore the death glares the two men where giving her.

Once out of the two men's sight She pulled her hand away from the girl, it must have been obvious that she didn't want her rival's touch for Juliet just gave her a sad smile and walked slowly towards the room they would share. Thoughts came flooding to her, as her bitter resentment appeared and rose in her chest. Putting her hands towards her heart she gave Juliet a long cold glare. This is the girl who stole your bethrothed. You should be in Lord Romeo's loving arms in the keep instead of with this harlot, who dared tried to seduced an engaged man!" and slowly as if trying to preserve her sanity Hermione slowly let her mind waver to her favorite fantasy.

She and Lord Romeo where already married, congratulations where thrown their way by the nobles and commoners would flock lovingly to the married couple. The Archduke would congratulate them himself, while flock is would people would throw rose at their feet, they would travel to the Borromeo's summer villa and their they would have their honeymoon. A faint smile and a blush made their way to her face as she fantasizes about making love to her beloved Lord Romeo, and many times at that. He would pleasure her as she with him. She would bear his children, and they would have a loving family family. One day would look at their family and tell her nothing would tear them apart. "Hermione-San we're here." Her fantasy broke apart and she found herself face to face with the red haired woman who stole her fiancé' love from her.

She felt an instant anger and hatred. This woman was the reason she wasn't married to Lord Romeo by now, this woman was the reason that Lord Montague was punishing her innocent lover. Because she seudeced him, he must have known he loved someone else, but she stole him away from her. Rage burning in her very being she lunged at the Capulet girl, slapping her face, cursing her, calling her names, wanting to ruin that strikingly beautiful face, she pulled her hair, scratched her skin and posted at her in a most unladylike manner. "It's all your fault, she screamed at the Capulet girl, who didn't even fight back. Something in her instantly broke at the pity in the girls' eyes grasping her neck Hermione tried to take her breath of life, clutching her neck tighter and tighter, Juliet clutched her neck then pushed Hermione away. The girl was still weak, Hermione lunged again only to be held back by the brown haired cyclops.

"What the hell do you think your doing!" The cyclops viciously asked. She looked at the Capulet girl who was pitifully coughing and wheezing for air, her blonde henchman came to her while the mousy haired child asked if she was alright. The girl looked so pitiful that she felt a twinge of regret for what she had done. But that came to an end as Lord Romeo's smiling face came to her mind. Struggling from the muscular man's iron grip she insulted the girl. "It's all your fault Lord Romeo's not married to me. He was engaged to me, not you! You stole his love away from me! He loved me you whore he loved me!" Tears sprang from her face, this was all Juliet's fault. This had to be, if not for her, her beloved Romeo would still be by her side. Lord Romeo had Loved her, but that harlot stole Lord Romeo's love away from her. "You succubus! You tore me away from my fated mate!" "Maybe we should shut her up for good, she heard the blonde man murmur. Yet no fear hit her as she stared at the Capulet whose face was emotionless. "He mentioned me to you, yet you stole him away from me. You should be dead you whore." "Romeo never mentioned you." Juliet told her voice devoid of any emotion. I can't die because of the vows we made." Both the men looked at her in surprise and shock, pain in their eyes. She stared at the men, no hint of apology, "Curio, Francisco I love him, is it any surprise I married him?" Vows, her mind began to break. Those two were married. Those two loved each other, and Romeo probably didn't even regret it. Tears sprang to her face. "He loved me first not you, how dare you seduce him!" "It was love at first sight for me, I never seduced him, and I'm guessing he fell in love the same way." No that meant those two where meant to be together. "He loved me first not you, you whore!" "Has it ever occurred to you, that Romeo never loved you?" It was a statement not a question, and their was no mocking in her voice. For that voice spoke with no emotion. And as she tempered her time with Lord Romeo, she instantly remembered, it was always her doing the inviting, that or Lord Montague himself, but it was never Lord Romeo, and the time he did spend with her was always forced, never of his free will. He was always so courteous, courteous yes, but also always so distant. She remembered he never even once told he loved nor spent a single flower festival with her. She instantly realized one thing. That LORD ROMEO NEVER LOVED HER. She had only assumed it. And with that she lost the strength in her legs and tears dripped down in her face, as she sobbed her love was unrequited she knew that now. Someone must have helped her to her feet for she felt someone's hand gently take her own, help her stand, lead her to the room she was sharing with Juliet and promptly sat her down. She sobbed through her tears. As she heard voices argue.

The male voices and a child's voice kept on arguing with the a female voice, "No I'm not letting you harm her." "But my lady it's not wise to let her live." "So you're going to kill her?!" The male voices where silent as if to confirm it, A flash of fear hit her, they where going to kill her? But what was the point of living if the one she loved did not reciprocate her feelings."well I won't let you." The female's voice instantly surprised her, did she not attack her just a moment ago? Why should she care about her safety? "Atleast don't share a room with her!" "So you could harm her?! She has no one else to share a room with. We're both women so Atleast she'll feel safe when she share's a room with me." "And you, will you be safe?!" Juliet was silent, but stated. "I have faith in her." And with that Hermione somehow felt a twinge of relief but mostly shock, why would that girl believe in her, after what she just did? That Juliet was a strange one, was she really a Capulet? "Well we don't." She heard the girl sigh, stand guard if you want, but you two are not to enter the room, is that clear." And with that The Capulet girl opened the door, with a white dress, with pink sleeves and pink ridges at the bottom.

"I've brought you a change of clothes." Hermione instantly remembered she had told her something similar when she first spoke to the Capulet girl. She didn't speak, and she heard Juliet sigh. "Hermione-San-" "I don't want your pity, Hermione told her." She felt tears drop down her cheek and a hand clasp one of hers giving it a tiny squeeze. "Then will you settle for my symphaty?" Hermione looked at the Capulet girl right in the eye, and saw she was dead serious." Why would you feel anything but pity or disgust for a girl who had attacked you because of her own illusions?" Juliet sighed giving her a sad smile. "I meant what I said last night about being relieved to have met you. I don't know why but knowing that someone else loves Romeo the way I do make me feels a kindred spirit towards her. Hermione felt herself blush at the Capulet girl's words. And without warning Juliet gave her a tight hug. Hermione's just stood still, not knowing what to do. Should she push the Capulet girl away or hug her back? "It's alright," the girl murmered , "it's ok for you to cry right now. And with that tears began to trickle down her face.

She hugged the Capulet girl tightly and she was sure she was hurting her, but Juliet didn't seem to mind. She cried for all the pain she felt, for all the whispers and laughing she heard behind her back. For all the gossinp the nobles made. For the burden she had to carry this past few weeks, and for the dishonor or it all. But mostly she cried for her unrequited love. She sobbed like a new born babe in The Capulet girl's arms. And when all the tears stopped and she felt completely numbed, she knew in that moment she would get over Romeo and find. New love. Pushing the girl away, she wiped the tears from her eyes. Looking at the girl's gentle smile, she felt maybe staying with The girl wouldn't be too bad.