Wendy's POV:
I was back on my balcony overlooking the Marvellet Orchard, waiting for the nurse to show so we could do the next scene. I kept wondering how Romeo was doing. His fight with Erbalt should be over now, but the narrator wouldn't tell me anything. Just to be patient. But I was getting tired of that.
I also kept thinking about what happened when I came home. Sure, Juliet was supposed to marry Paris on Thursday anyways. But still, that happened earlier than it should've, and I shouldn't even have been there for it. So why did that happen?
Maybe I'm overthinking it. Not like it was an important change.
So now I'm just here waiting, alone with my thoughts...
"Meanwhile, unaware of the travesty that has happened in the city, Wendiet stood upon her balcony. Waiting for the night to come and her lover's return."
And him.
"Why are you narrating now?" I asked, hoping to hide my pink face from the 'lovers' comment.
"A: It's my job. B: You seem like you need something to do."
"But all you said I was doing was waiting."
"But, Juliet did have some lines while she was waiting." he said in a tone that seemed to be hinting at something.
I ignored it and figured 'Why not?'
It took a few minutes to remember everything that Juliet'd said during this part. Let's see... It was about Romeo's beauty (blushing), how he'd make the heaven's more beautiful if he were cut into little stars (more blushing), and waiting for nighttime to come so he would return and we would- (Blushing intensified)
"I'm not saying t-that!" I shouted at the narrator.
"Why not? It'll help pass the time. And besides, I thought these were just lines in a play?" he teased.
"They are, but-"
"And it's not like you haven't thought about it before."
"Wha-?! Bu-! Uh-!" I barely stutter out, "N-no I haven't!"
"Right." he said sarcastically, "Then explain the nosebleed."
"Huh?"
It turned out I was too busy being embarrassed (and, maybe, thinking about... that) to notice the slight trickle running down my face, which I quickly wiped away. "Uhm, it was from... allergies."
"Sure."
I see why Romeo thinks this guy is annoying. I walk back into my room, trying to get rid of all the mental images currently racing through my head.
Trying not to think about Romeo, sneaking up to my bedroom under the cover of night...
… him reaching the top of the balcony, our eyes meeting before we're locked in a passionate kiss...
… slowly, we'd move back into the bedroom. He'd lay me down on the bed and-
"Wendiet!"
"Kya!" I scream as I look right into the face of Nurse Lucy. I realized I was somehow on the floor now, and my nosebleed had gotten a lot worse.
"Oh thank heavens!" the nurse sighed, before frantically asking "What happened to you, dear? Why, when I came in, here you were on the floor! And with so much blood on your face! I thought you were dead!"
"Nope. That's next act."
"I'm fine, nurse." I said trying to calm her. "I must have been more exhausted from not getting enough sleep last night than I realized and passed out."
"But what about the blood?"
"Maybe I landed on my nose and it started bleeding?" I suggested with a shrug.
"Perhaps." The nurse didn't seem sure, but I guess she was willing to accept it. She even went up to hug me. "Oh! I'm just glad you're alive! Especially with the news!"
"What news?" I asked, already knowing but acting like I didn't.
"Erbalt's dead!" nurse Lucy shouted melodramatically, "And Romeo! 'Tis Romeo who slew him himself!"
Even though I knew this happened in the book, something about these words still shocked me. I hadn't really given Romeo's fight much thought. I just knew he had to win and Erbalt and whoever was playing Mercutio would die. I didn't actually think about the fact Romeo'd have to kill her.
Or, more like, I didn't want to until she reminded me.
"How could this happen?" I ask with a tear streaming down my face. How could Romeo, my Romeo, kill someone?
"I know not," the nurse answered sadly, "All I know is, 'tis he who shed Erbalt's blood, and 'tis he who was banished."
It takes a few seconds for this to settle in, but finally I said, "Nurse, bring him to me, please. I need to see him." I had to hear this from him.
"But he has killed your-"
"Nurse, please."
"Very well," she finally agreed, "He's hidden himself away at Friar Laxence's cell. I'll retrieve him now."
She was about to leave, but I stopped her. "Nurse, wait."
"What is it, dear?"
I took of the dragon necklace and gave it to her, "Bring this to him. Bring it to him so he can bring it back."
"Okay," she said, then left.
"And so, the nurse left on Wendiet's request, to bring back her husband so her wedding's day, may end with a wedding's night."
"Th-that's not what I asked for!"
"Eh," the voice uncaringly said, "Close enough."
Romeo's POV:
Well, my life is just great.
I'm freaking out because I just killed someone with the face of my comrade!
I just learned I'm going to be banished from the narrator!
I'm still in this goddamn story!
And now, I have no idea what the fuck to do! And the one person who can help me with all of this is probably afraid of me!
"What have I done?" I whisper to myself, huddled up in a corner of Friar Laxence's cell after the narrator told me to go there.
"Romeo," called the Friar, "Disaster follows you like a pack of loyal dogs. You must be truly married to calamity."
"Yeah, yeah. Just tell me the prince's punishment." I just wanted this scene over. The narrator already told me what happens.
The Friar told me I was banished, like the narrator said he would. Next I'm supposed to do some spiel on that being worse than death, then the nurse comes in and will give me Wendy's ring and tell me to go to her. Then what? What will she think of me now that I've done, this?
"I should just be dead. No way she'll want to see me after this."
"Romeo, don't say that!" Friar Laxence scolded, "Prince Gildarts has been most generous with your punishment. I say that you should accept the Prince's pity as a gift."
"Yeah, but who cares about pity when Wendy probably thinks I'm some kind of monster?" I snap at the Friar.
I bury my head in my arms and drown out whatever the Friar was trying to say to me. He didn't stop talking until there was a knock at the door. The nurse.
"Go, Romeo," I heard the friar say, "Hide thyself in my study."
With a groan I got up and ran in the direction he was pointing in until I reached the room. From there, I could vaguely make out what they were saying.
"Ah, welcome, nurse."
"Oh, holy friar, please tell me, where is my lady's lord? Where is Romeo?"
"Over in my chamber, with his own tears made drunk."
"Ah. My own mistress is the same. She weeps and blubbers, blubbers and weeps."
Wait.
Wendy was crying? Was it for real? I thought, Or was she acting for the story?
"Nurse," I greet the blonde as I exit the study, "You're talking about Wendiet?"
"Yes."
"Why was she crying?" I ask, fearing the answer a little.
"She wishes for you to see her."
"She does?" I asked surprised, "Does she... does she think I'm a killer?"
"She says nothing, sir," the nurse sadly replied, "All she wishes is for you to go to her." The nurse reaches into her pocket and pulls something out. "And that you bring her this."
I looked at the object in her hand.
It was the dragon necklace.
I stared at it as I recalled our conversation on the way to the lake.
Flashback:
We had gotten about halfway to the lake where I wanted to confess to her. Soon I'd have to cover her eyes so she doesn't ruin the surprise by seeing it too early.
So far we've been catching up on what we've done in the play. I honestly can't believe she went through an entire drawer of dresses just for that tiny wedding. Heh, that's my Wendy.
"Hey, why did you buy me this necklace?" she suddenly re-brought up.
"I thought I already told you," I said, "because you wanted it."
"But you know I can't keep it."
"Then enjoy it while you have it."
"Yeah, you're right," she agrees, "Heh, guess I can't go losing it then, huh?"
"You'd better not." I say in a mock threat, "You know how much that thing cost me?"
"You mean how much dream money?"
"Yeah! I'm not going to tell you how much it cost, never do that on a gift. But if I got you another one of those, I think I'd have to start looking for a dream job!" She giggled a little at my fake rant.
"Well, don't worry. I'm not going to lose this one. But if I do," she looked over to me and gave me one of her bright smiles, "Promise me you'll bring it back."
Back to the Present:
"Please," the nurse begged, "Go to her chamber and comfort her."
I took the necklace in hand and nodded. When we were just out the door, I heard the Friar shout, "Romeo, be sure to leave before sunrise. Head to Mantua. We'll try to blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, and beg pardon with the Prince."
"Thanks, Friar." I say as I leave.
I was halfway up the vines that led to Wendy's room. Honestly, climbing these things isn't getting any easi-
Is that a fucking ladder? (A/N: In the original play version of Wendy's scene in this chapter, the nurse brought a rope ladder meant for Romeo to have easy access to Juliet's room (Shakespeare nurse= ultimate wingman). Since I had Wendy faint from... exhaustion... the nurse dropped the ladder and it was never mentioned. But, since it was in the play, it is in here.)
I hopped right onto the ladder and grinned as I no longer had to use these damn vines to climb. I made it to the top, where I was greeted by Wendy's smiling face.
"Don't tell me you didn't see the ladder until you got halfway up?"
"No, of course I did," I tried to lie, "I just... wanted to get in a good work out."
"So why'd you stop halfway up?" she raised her eyebrow.
"Working out's overrated." I shrugged.
"You'll end up like Droy with that attitude."
I laughed a little at the idea. "Don't want that."
"No, we don't."
"You two done flirting?"
"Gaugh!/Kya!" me and Wendy scream at the same time, "We're not flirting!"
"Yeah, right." the narrator says, then I strangely hear what sounds like someone opening a newspaper and drinking coffee.
There was an awkward silence after that. Neither of us were looking at each other. Finally, I decided to break the silence with the thing that's been on my mind since I was at the Friar's.
"You're not... afraid of me?" I ask nervously, "After I killed Erbalt?"
She let out a sigh. "No, Romeo, I'm not. It was something you had to do for the sake of the story."
"But I didn't know that at the time!" I screamed, "I just did it without thinking!"
"Romeo, calm down." she grabbed both my shoulders, "The narrator told me about your fight. From the sounds of it, the way you killed Erbalt was an accident. She got distracted, and you got in a lucky swing. Even if that hadn't happened, you still would have had to kill her. Otherwise she would have killed you. And I'd rather have you alive than some dream entity."
"Yeah, but-"
"No buts. I'm just happy your here."
I looked at her for a few seconds, then pulled her in for a hug, which seemed to have surprised her as she let out a small 'eep!'
"Thanks, Wen."
"N-no problem," she stutters out, then gets over her shock and returns my hug.
"You know, technically, this means that you beat Erza."
"Hey, yeah! It does!" I say excitedly as I let her go and start jabbing my thumb at myself. "I, Romeo Conbolt, have beaten the mighty 'Titania' Erza Scarlet, greatest swordfighter in all of Fiore, in a swordfight!"
"Now just wait 'til I tell her."
My little celebration died instantly after she said that, and I pretty much went to groveling on my knees.
"Please don't! Please please please please please! I want to live!"
"Just kidding." she giggled, and I watched her go back into the room.
All while I only had one thought.
'Forget Erza. With everything she does to my heart, I'm pretty sure she'll be the death of me.'
Oh Romeo, you have no idea.
I had fun writing this one. Not that I don't with all of my chapters, but with this one I got to play with a lot of things. Like a perverted narrator bringing out a perverted Wendy. And I got to do more things to make Romeo suffer, which is always nice.
Btw, there will not be a lemon in this. This will stay rated T.
If you thought the stuff I had Wendy do was too perverted, remember this: In the actual play, Juliet, the fourteen year old, not sixteen like I've made Wendy, fourteen, spent the entire first part of the scene, talking about how she wanted to get laid, and then after the nurse came in and told her about Tybalt's death and Romeo's banishment, complaining that she was going to die a virgin. So, while my Juliet may have thought about some stuff, at least she had the correct. Fricken'. Priorities!
*sigh*Okay, I'll get off my little soap box now. I'm criticizing a play written long ago by a dead guy.
And, if you think I'm lying about any of that, look it up yourself. Act 3 Scene 2. Go ahead. Look it up for yourself and tell me I'm wrong.
*now I actually get off the soapbox*
This was beta-ed by BarelyProdigies. He's also a writer, so go check out some of his stuff.
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