DISCLAIMER: I don`t own Romeo and Juliet.
Chapter Two: A Calming Walk
'' Where is it that you said you were going again?'' asks my nurse.
'' I`m just going out to meet a friend,'' I say. I don`t mention that it`s a male I'm going to see.
''Did you hear that there were Montagues at your father`s party?'' she asks. ''The nerve of these …boys…. Coming into the noble Capulet house uninvited…'' she mumbles.
'' What does it matter? '' I ask her. ''He was probably causing no harm. So what`s the point?''
''The fact that a Montague came into the thresh hold of this house is enough to anger all how live here,'' she said. ''Except for youapparently. Have you forgotten what they did?''
'' That happened before my father`s grandfather was born. The person responsible was sentenced to death. If that is the cause for this feud, let it go.''
''UHG child!'' she cries. ''I told you, as has the rest of your family, the head of the Montague family 110 years ago killed the head of your family!''
''He killed a Montague because of an unproven crime,'' I yell. That's why I`m with the Montagues on this.
''Humph. Like you said m'lady. It doesn't matter.''
She then turns and slams the door. I just roll my eyes.
Let`s see…..I want to wear something nice …but nothing that would draw attention to myself…hmmmm…..
I pick out a simple black dress, and a thick cloak. It`s the middle of winter, so I need to bundle up or I'll fall ill. 'Romeo…..' I think.
He seems like a kind soul. I really want to get to know him. But….what am I so eager about? Just the thought of seeing him? Why?
It`s probably because I spend too much time in the estate.
After I leave my prison, I mean my home, I walk to the church, and spot Romeo.
His black hair was still a bit of a mess, and he was dressed in dark blue attire. He also had a sword at his belt and a dark cloak over him.
''Romeo!'' I cry. Just seeing him makes a smile grace my face.
''Good marrow m`lady,'' he said. ''Where would you like to go?''
'I get to choose?' I think. I never get to anything, not even what I like. '' Ummm…..Lets just walk around, and see what there is to do.''
''That sounds like a splendid idea,'' he says.
He let me chose. He let me chose what I want to do? That rarely happens, and when it dose, it`s with certain restrictions.
No one is out at this hour, so we have a lot of time to talk. We some start to speck of our likes and dislikes.
''Favorite flower?'' he asks.
''I love white roses,'' I tell him. ''Favorite color?''
''Red,'' he says. ''And yours?''
''Black.''
''Black?'' he laughs. ''Yet thou loves white roses?''
''Yes. No one really understands it; even I don`t get it. They think I'm extremely dull.''
'He probably thinks so too.'
''I like it,'' he says. '' You`re more interesting than most people here.''
''Really?'' I ask. ''No one else thinks so.''
''Well, shame on them,'' he says. ''Tis a strange thing it tis. You act as thou you dislike your kin. Have they done something to displease thee?''
''Yes,'' I answer, than quickly change the subject. ''What house are you of m`lord?''
''Montague,'' he says.
What? No…no….
''And what of yours? ''
''I`d like to pretend I`m of no relation to them. So please, let myself forget.'' No. I can not tell him. I can already tell that I've become his friend. But if he were to find that I'm of Capulet blood….
Romeo
Pretend she is of relation to them? What have her kin done to make her embarrassed of them? ''I understand, I think, to a certain degree.''
''You do?'' she asks.
''Yes,'' I say. ''They never…. Understand. What they think is best for me is actually worse,'' I say. ''It once got so bad I considered stopping it.''
''What do you mean?''
''Some people think I was trying to kill myself,'' I say. She gasps. ''I wasn`t afcorse! I was trying to flee. I was sick of them never….never getting it. Sick of them rambling on about the Capulets. Sick of….. '' I cut off. '…..them deciding everything for me, like my betrovle to Rosolin.
Why can`t I speak of her in front of Juliet. Why do I not want her to know?
Why am I even conversing with her? I`m betroved. I don`t know why it is, but….
I just want to talk to her.
She looks up at me.
''It`s alright.''
I stare at her. Why is Juliet, a girl I meat just last night, being more empathetic than my own family? She makes me feel…safe…like I could tell her everything.
''It looks like we have one thing in common,'' she says. '' We don`t get along well with our families.''
''Ha! You are right.''
''So how about we keep this our little secret?'' she asks.
''That would be fine,'' I tell her.