Chapter 3:
Carrying the dozing Juliet in his arms, Romeo leapt onto the balcony and stepped into his lover's room, where lay his nurse, still unconscious.
The raven-haired Juliet stirred slightly, muttering soft curses. Ah, the sweetest music for lovers truly is the sound of each other's tongues at night.
With that thought in mind, the grinning Romeo laid his still-cursing Juliet onto her bed and ran a hand down the latter's cheek.
"Sleep well, Juliet."
Hopping away into the night, Juliet's fiery-haired lover appeared to merge with the dark shadows in the streets as he returned home for his rest.
"I'll get you next time…" mumbled the sleeping Juliet.
Capulet opened the door and peered into his daugher's…er, son's room, only to receive the scene of a fallen bookshelf upon the nurse, and a dozing Juliet upon the bed.
Shaking his head and chiding the nurse softly, the dashing brunette man removed the bookshelf off the former.
"I think I'm paralysed."
Sighing, Capulet smacked his son's nurse on the back. "You're such a klutz."
"OW! That hurts, you idiot!"
"That Montague boy must've been by here. Kids these days…so energetic." Throwing a screaming nurse over his shoulder, Lord Capulet headed out of Juliet's room. "Let's get you to the apothecary…she can heal you."
As the door closed, black eyes opened to stare at it.
"Apothecary…?"
Gazing out at the moon, Montague and his wife relaxed at their balcony, with a wine bottle at their side, and a cigarette in their hand. Blowing a draft of smoke into the air, Lady Montague called out into the night sky.
"Enjoyed your little visit, Romeo?"
Seeming to appear out of thin air, her redhead son stood before her, his clothes still dripping wet. "Quite invigorating."
The black-haired Montague placed a hand over his scar, which ran vertically down across his right eye. With a smirk at his brunette wife, who returned it with one of her own, Montague spoke.
"Keep trying, son. Your own mother was so touched at my devotion that she gave me this scar in return. Juliet would gladly do the same."
"Remember…your life is to be in his hands." The sounds of wine being poured into a slender glass filled the air, before Lady Montague resumed her comfortable position on the chair.
Waving away the billow of smoke his parents exhaled, Romeo smiled.
"How true."