Before this chapter starts, let me say thank you to Crystal-Ushio, RandomAnimeNerd, and Abbra063 for reviewing on the last chapter. I still feel like it probably could've been better, but it's nice to know some people did like it.

Now, without further ado:

Romeo POV:

Ugh my head hurt. I can't believe I let those guards hit me with a chair. That's just cheap, no matter what time period you're in.

Wait... where am I?

I looked around the place I was in. It wasn't a cell or anything, which I kind of expected. Instead it was just a regular, empty room.

"Wendy?" I call out, hoping for a response, "Hello? Anyone?"

"Hi."

"Anyone else?"

"Well that was rude," the narrator sounded like a pouting child, "Fine, I guess I won't tell you where you are right now."

I groan, but still say, "I'm sorry. I could really use your help."

"Not really. Not like you'll be doing anything for the next few days."

"Why not?" I asked curiously.

"Because, those guards took you all the way out of the city. You'd still be in the streets right now if someone hadn't seen you lying there and brought you in."

"Oh," I said, then realized something, "Wait! I'm out of the city?!"

"Yup."

"Then where am I now?"

"Oh," the narrator spoke nonchalantly, "Mantua."

Wendy POV:

I don't know if I should be happy or upset that they took Romeo away. Yes how they did it was a bit... forceful... but I don't think Romeo would've left any other way! And now we can continue like the story's supposed to (I hope. We kind of just screwed a lot up).

But, then again... what if Romeo was right about us dying here?!

My own frantic thoughts were interrupted by the shouts of my equally frantic cat/mom.

"Wendiet!" Carla shouted, "I cannot believe thou-!... hold on."

The white exceed went over to grab a chair. She brought it right in front of me and climbed up. Seeing I was still taller, she blushed a little and asked, "Um... can you...?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah," I replied as I sat down. We were about eye-level now, but that was good enough for her.

"Thank you, Wendiet," Carla replied, a little peeved about having to do this at all, "Now...," her angry face was back, "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS!"

I flinched at her shouts. It's a good thing no magic here also meant no dragon hearing, thank the gods.

"I mean, seriously!" she continued to scold, "Thou art to be married to Count Mestis this Thursday! And thou decides to dishonor thyself by pulling something like this?! And with our sworn enemy no less! The one who killed thy dear cousin! For shame, Wendiet. For shame."

She hopped off the chair and walked to the door, then gave me one more glance. "I shall figure out a proper punishment for you in due time. In the meanwhile, go confess thy sins to Friar Laxence and beg for forgiveness. No one else is to know of this, though. Understood?"

I nod my head, and she leaves.

"Huh," I sigh, "That actually wasn't as bad as I expected."

I started walking to the door myself. I was expecting the narrator to say something, but was a little surprised when he didn't.

"Don't you have something to say right now?" I questioned, "You've been kind of quiet for a while."

"Well it's your own fault," he pouted, "You and the other brat, messing up the story and shit... My script only covers when you do the story right!"

"You have a script?" I ask, surprised.

"Yes and I'd like to stick to it thank you. Otherwise I'm not getting paid."

"You're getting paid?!"

"Look don't think about it too much okay. But seriously if you could just... oh, wait... eh, I suppose this works. Can you... go back to leaving?"

"Uhm... okay?" I respond, not entirely sure what else to say. I continue heading out of my bedroom on my way to the church, and I hear the narrator clearing his throat (even though he doesn't have one).

"And so, Wendiet left to make confession to the friar. Yet, in truth, she was on her way to find out how to stop this ghastly wedding."

It didn't take long to get to the friar's place. Once there, I could hear the friar talking to Mestis.

"Look, sir, here comes the lady now."

"Happily met, my lady and wife!" Mestis greeted with a wide smile, then went in for a hug.

I ducked out of his hug and popped back up behind him.

"That may be, sir, when I am a wife." I tell him emotionlessly. Still didn't get rid of his smug look though. I wonder... could I just poison him?

"That may be, love, on Thursday next."

"What must be, shall be."

"That is a certain text," says the friar.

"Hath thou come to make confession to the friar?" Mestis asked.

"Yes," I respond, "Please leave us so I may do so." I'm not really in the mood for the rest of this scene. I'll get my sleeping potion and leave.

"Very well," the scarred man cockily grinned, "Do not deny him that you love me."

"I'll confess only the truth," I say, then turn to the (once) blonde man.

"Are you at leisure now, holy father?"

"My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now," Friar Laxence responded. Then he looked towards Mestis. "My lord, we must entreat this time alone."

"As you must," the count bowed, "Wendiet, early Thursday I shall rouse thee. Till then, keep this holy kiss."

He took my hand and bowed to give it a light kiss. I grimaced a little, but hopefully it didn't show. He then stood back up and left.

I snap my head to the friar as soon as I hear the door close. "Okay friar, I either need a sleeping potion for me or some poison for him."

"Wendiet, why would thou wish to poison him?"

"Because I don't like him."

"Wendiet," the friar sighed, "Thou cannot kill someone just because thou doesn't like them."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Are you really sure?"

"Yes Wendiet, I am."

"Oh," I'm probably more disappointed than I should be about not being able to kill someone.

"Like, really sure?"

"Yes," the friar groaned.

"Okay okay, sorry. Then I'll take the sleeping potion."

"Why would thou need a sleeping potion?" Laxence curiously asked.

"I'll drink it tomorrow and fake my death. My family will bring me to the catacombs. Then you can bring Romeo to wake me up."

"Thou talks as if thy hath given it much thought."

"Not really," I smile, "I just read it in a book somewhere."

"Very well then, I see not how this could possibly go wrong. I shall make thy sleep potion."

We walked over to a little table in the middle of the garden. There were all sorts of different herbs that reminded me of Grandi- Polyurshka's workspace.

"Let's see..." Friar Laxence said as he looked over the jars of plants and starts picking things out, "A bit of this... a dash of that... the petals of this and... done!"

He reached out with the small bottle. As I grabbed it, he continued to hold it and look at me with a serious expression. "Now, make sure not a drop of this is left when you take it. And take it before thou goes to sleep Wednesday night. No sooner, no later. This potion will last forty-eight hours. I'll get Romeo from Mantua, and he shall be there to wake you up with a kiss. Then, you two must leave the city immediately. Understood?"

"Yes, friar. Thank you" I say, then I take the potion.

A/N:

Can you tell that I don't like Mendy yet?

Yeah this chapter's also probably shorter than the others, but I felt like this was a good place to leave it. Originally it was going to end with Wendy... well, I can't tell you now, can I? (even though it's probably pretty easy to guess what) But odds are the next chapter will end with that, so it may also be short.

This was beta-ed by BarelyProdigies

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