Disclaimer: "Romeo and Juliet" belongs to Shakespeare and his lawyers.
Author's Notes: Sorry for taking a little long with this chapter…I'm still in the process of figuring what I want to do with this fic. I know my chapters are short, but my attention span can only take so much. Bear with me! Also, I love to read reviews, they tell me if I'm doing a good job or not...either I can stop or I can continue. Thank you!
Translation Notes: taquiera: street café
"For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo." A deep solemn voice finished the sentence for Tessa as she slowly closed her book. Looking up she saw a pair of sad blue eyes staring down at her. Glancing around in the busy taquiera she allowed the captain to sit at her table.
"I didn't know you read Shakespeare, Captain Grisham." Tessa's voice tilted slightly allowing the façade of an aristocratic lady to appear again in front of Grisham.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Tessa, I'm a lot more than a captain of Montoya's army." His teasing voice came back but his eyes tell a different story. "So what brought you out here in the rough part of town all by yourself?"
"I can take care of myself, thank you." Tessa's warm voice cooled as her capability was questioned. "Besides, I'm meeting Vera for lunch, I didn't know she was going to suggest this place. We might leave for somewhere nicer." She pointedly look around to indicate her disdain at the poorly run place.
Grisham chuckled "You're right, you don't belong here. You're too beautiful to be tainted by this surrounding." His statement shocked her. The captain just called her "beautiful", most of the time it was either "bitch" or "twit" when supposedly Tessa's not around. Awarding him with a small smile, she was about to reply when Grisham's face fell. Turning around, she glowered, Montoya was walking towards them. Before she could do something, Grisham leapt to his feet and mumbled a goodbye. Watching him walking quickly towards Montoya and intercepting the colonel, the two men walked out of her sight. Grumbling to herself, Tessa was actually starting to enjoy Grisham's company as unbelievable as that sounds. Then she felt a prickling sensation behind her neck, something didn't feel right. Montoya and Grisham are plotting again, usually at the queen's expense. She will be more vigilant this time, she can't let anything slip by.
Fingering the binding of her book, she wondered what's the story behind the real Grisham. Recently a sense of sadness seem to envelop her every time she's around him. A brooding Grisham is not good, something's definitely going wrong. She can't quite place her finger on it. Shaking her head, Tessa waited for Vera's arrival.
Glaring at her adversary, the queen was kicking herself for being careless and not making sure there wasn't an extra soldier in the room next to Montoya's.
"Oh well, it's not like I can't get out of this mess. I've been in worse situations." Taking a warning stab at the man before her, she yelled for him to get out of her way. A crash took her attention momentarily but enough time for Garcia to slice a gash at her arm. The queen's now trapped as she heard the sound of Captain Grisham's shouts through the doors. Slamming through the door, Grisham managed to grab the large bag of tax gold the queen was trying to steal. More precisely trying to recover for the poor townspeople. A trapped queen is a desperate queen.
Fighting the two men was a lot harder since one of them is Grisham and his arrogant fighting skills was a little too much for her. Garcia was there to wear her out and the queen was getting frustrated at her lack of gaining the upper hand. Hearing more shouts coming up the stairs. The queen took an impulsive drive at her enemy. Before she could stop herself, her sword pierced his chest right in the middle of the heart. A loud gasp and a resounding groan could be heard from outside of the room. Taking the surprise opportunity, she made a break for the balcony and left the bleeding captain on the floor of Montoya's study.
Thick pool of blood encircled his body, his blank eyes gazed back at the large yellow moon through the open balcony where the queen hastily took off. A single tear trailed down from the corner of his eye. His hand holding on tightly to his bleeding heart.