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I don't own Romeo and Juliet. –Glomps Shakespeare's work- If I could
write like that, I would faint from ecstasy!
Author's Note: All right, this is chapter Ten of The Pirate and the Princess. It is about to get into the love parts from this point on. Especially in the next chapter. Hope you enjoy! Please R AND R!
Mamoru slowed his pace as he neared the French princess. Strands of golden hair were flowing everywhere, and her eyes held him captivated. He wondered if she truly was an angel. When the proximity between them became unbearable for Serenity, she stepped back. There was a sound of slipping against water as streamers of gold danced through the air. It would have been ensued by the soft thud of delicate flesh scraping against limestone if it weren't for Mamoru's quick reflexes. He caught the princess before she would rendezvous with pain. Serenity let out a small gasp and mentally cursed her lack of equilibrium.
It was an odd moment. Mamoru just stood there cradling the princess who he had just caught a few seconds ago. Sapphire met sapphire as the two couldn't help but gawk at each other in confusion. Serenity's skirt rustled slightly in a small draft, and her hair wove about her like dancing dragons. It was in the moment that all anger from before at each other was dispersed, and it was in that moment that Serenity saw for the very first time a sense of sincerity behind that visage of nonchalance. Gently, her feet touched the ground as he set her down. Hands of time had frozen in their place. She was almost tempted to throw in a scathing comment to break the tension, but her heart would not allow it.
Mamoru stared, knowing that his heart had been utterly encaged. His mind raced through the words of Shakespeare. Recalling the many tales where men had fallen because of love. Remembering the ill-fated love of Romeo and Juliet. "We would be like that," he thought, "I, a pirate, and she a princess. I, the Montague, and she the Capulet. Society would not bear it." But out of what he had just realized to be love was born a new sort of strength. A new sort of love. Watching this rose in the midst of peril had softened his heart. He had not been in the presence of a woman for so long a period of time. And that was when the thought struck him, "I must love her because I've seen no other. But what of her? She, Princess of France, must have seen many a gallant lover. She had witnessed a thousand noblemen donning their colors and lavish jewels in effort to win her heart. Then what would a pirate, a rogue, a misfit like me be to her?"
Serenity could tell he was deep in thought. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again when she found that words were not flowing to her tongue. It was apparent by the gleam in his eyes and the urgency in his face that he had come to convey some sort of message to her. But the problem was, she wasn't aware what the message was.
* * *
Gathering support was not a hard task at all for Demando. He had always possessed a sort of admirable charisma, and considering the situation; it was even easier than ever to rally the masses. There were many loyal to the French loyalty, and even more loyal to him throughout Louisiana. As hooves the hooves of his steed clicked against the ground, many crowded around him. The news had spread like wildfire, and in an instant many had come to pour their sympathy. But in greater numbers came those who were fraught with a desire for revenge, those who wished to hunt out the tyrant and bring him to justice. Within weeks, crude drawing of Mamoru appeared on posters everywhere, inquiring citizens to help bring the pirate to justice. And on that lovely afternoon as he paraded through the streets, Demando was confident that the news from the king would be desirable and that in no time things would be well secured for him.
* * *
"You came to say something," Serenity said, finally gathering the courage to ask.
"I like- I'd like to say sorry to you," he couldn't find the bravery to say the words his heart sung with every beat.
"Why?" she asked. She certainly hadn't expected this, and at the same time, Mamoru hadn't expected this reaction. He had figured she would take her victory and walk off. She must have been used to accepting apologies, so why was she questioning this one?
"I can't say sorry?" he didn't know what else to respond. He was not ready to reveal his feelings for her.
"Listen, if there's one thing I have learned while here, it's that you don't consider me any higher because I'm royalty. I'm on equal playing ground. Probably even lower. I don't understand what on earth would possess you to apologize to me. Unless there's a favor you want," she stated bluntly. She smoothed out her dress as she spoke with delicate hands.
"Saint's hands," Mamoru thought, "and I the pilgrim. No. Not the pilgrim. The pilgrim had been Romeo. Romeo had been on the same level in society as Juliet. I am a pirate. She is a princess. I am lower in the view of society. I am worse than a pilgrim. I am the banished soul." (Message from Author: This is all alluding to when Romeo and Juliet first met. I'll paste an excerpt from it at the end so that those of you who haven't read the script version understand what I'm talking about.)
"I asked a question," reminded Serenity because she was becoming impatience with silence.
Mamoru fidgeted nervously. Digging for an answer. One that would please her royal highness.
"Well?" Serenity tapped her foot intolerantly. But nothing in the world would have prepared her for his answer.
Here is the passage when Romeo and Juliet meet. Lots of symbolism. I'm not going to explain it all because it would take a lot of time and most people probably don't care anyway. There's symbolism in the story. I wonder how many people have caught it.
ROMEO
[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JULIET
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
ROMEO
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
ROMEO
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
ROMEO
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. (Kisses her.)
JULIET
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again. (Kisses her again.)
JULIET
You kiss by the book.
Send me an email at ladydemosthenes9@yahoo.com with any comments or questions! Please Review! Till next time!
Author's Note: All right, this is chapter Ten of The Pirate and the Princess. It is about to get into the love parts from this point on. Especially in the next chapter. Hope you enjoy! Please R AND R!
Mamoru slowed his pace as he neared the French princess. Strands of golden hair were flowing everywhere, and her eyes held him captivated. He wondered if she truly was an angel. When the proximity between them became unbearable for Serenity, she stepped back. There was a sound of slipping against water as streamers of gold danced through the air. It would have been ensued by the soft thud of delicate flesh scraping against limestone if it weren't for Mamoru's quick reflexes. He caught the princess before she would rendezvous with pain. Serenity let out a small gasp and mentally cursed her lack of equilibrium.
It was an odd moment. Mamoru just stood there cradling the princess who he had just caught a few seconds ago. Sapphire met sapphire as the two couldn't help but gawk at each other in confusion. Serenity's skirt rustled slightly in a small draft, and her hair wove about her like dancing dragons. It was in the moment that all anger from before at each other was dispersed, and it was in that moment that Serenity saw for the very first time a sense of sincerity behind that visage of nonchalance. Gently, her feet touched the ground as he set her down. Hands of time had frozen in their place. She was almost tempted to throw in a scathing comment to break the tension, but her heart would not allow it.
Mamoru stared, knowing that his heart had been utterly encaged. His mind raced through the words of Shakespeare. Recalling the many tales where men had fallen because of love. Remembering the ill-fated love of Romeo and Juliet. "We would be like that," he thought, "I, a pirate, and she a princess. I, the Montague, and she the Capulet. Society would not bear it." But out of what he had just realized to be love was born a new sort of strength. A new sort of love. Watching this rose in the midst of peril had softened his heart. He had not been in the presence of a woman for so long a period of time. And that was when the thought struck him, "I must love her because I've seen no other. But what of her? She, Princess of France, must have seen many a gallant lover. She had witnessed a thousand noblemen donning their colors and lavish jewels in effort to win her heart. Then what would a pirate, a rogue, a misfit like me be to her?"
Serenity could tell he was deep in thought. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again when she found that words were not flowing to her tongue. It was apparent by the gleam in his eyes and the urgency in his face that he had come to convey some sort of message to her. But the problem was, she wasn't aware what the message was.
* * *
Gathering support was not a hard task at all for Demando. He had always possessed a sort of admirable charisma, and considering the situation; it was even easier than ever to rally the masses. There were many loyal to the French loyalty, and even more loyal to him throughout Louisiana. As hooves the hooves of his steed clicked against the ground, many crowded around him. The news had spread like wildfire, and in an instant many had come to pour their sympathy. But in greater numbers came those who were fraught with a desire for revenge, those who wished to hunt out the tyrant and bring him to justice. Within weeks, crude drawing of Mamoru appeared on posters everywhere, inquiring citizens to help bring the pirate to justice. And on that lovely afternoon as he paraded through the streets, Demando was confident that the news from the king would be desirable and that in no time things would be well secured for him.
* * *
"You came to say something," Serenity said, finally gathering the courage to ask.
"I like- I'd like to say sorry to you," he couldn't find the bravery to say the words his heart sung with every beat.
"Why?" she asked. She certainly hadn't expected this, and at the same time, Mamoru hadn't expected this reaction. He had figured she would take her victory and walk off. She must have been used to accepting apologies, so why was she questioning this one?
"I can't say sorry?" he didn't know what else to respond. He was not ready to reveal his feelings for her.
"Listen, if there's one thing I have learned while here, it's that you don't consider me any higher because I'm royalty. I'm on equal playing ground. Probably even lower. I don't understand what on earth would possess you to apologize to me. Unless there's a favor you want," she stated bluntly. She smoothed out her dress as she spoke with delicate hands.
"Saint's hands," Mamoru thought, "and I the pilgrim. No. Not the pilgrim. The pilgrim had been Romeo. Romeo had been on the same level in society as Juliet. I am a pirate. She is a princess. I am lower in the view of society. I am worse than a pilgrim. I am the banished soul." (Message from Author: This is all alluding to when Romeo and Juliet first met. I'll paste an excerpt from it at the end so that those of you who haven't read the script version understand what I'm talking about.)
"I asked a question," reminded Serenity because she was becoming impatience with silence.
Mamoru fidgeted nervously. Digging for an answer. One that would please her royal highness.
"Well?" Serenity tapped her foot intolerantly. But nothing in the world would have prepared her for his answer.
Here is the passage when Romeo and Juliet meet. Lots of symbolism. I'm not going to explain it all because it would take a lot of time and most people probably don't care anyway. There's symbolism in the story. I wonder how many people have caught it.
ROMEO
[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JULIET
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
ROMEO
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
ROMEO
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
ROMEO
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. (Kisses her.)
JULIET
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again. (Kisses her again.)
JULIET
You kiss by the book.
Send me an email at ladydemosthenes9@yahoo.com with any comments or questions! Please Review! Till next time!