Oh, blessed morning! Not a moment of last night's darkness was wasted for me on petty sleep. My thoughts stayed only on Juliet, on waiting for dawn so that I might ask the Friar for our marriage to be made. The good friar believes that he can turn our households' rancor to pure love through this act, but I careth not of peace. I careth only of Juliet, and that her love for me might never cease, as mine, on my word, shall not.
I was once more reunited with my dear friends later on. They were injured in my attempts to evade them the previous eve, but I informed them that my business was great, and so it was. Heaven is only aware of what they imagine was my "great business", but good Mercutio's presumption can be obtained with ease through knowledge of his character. I careth not what they think. They cannot know of Juliet. Oh, what would they say? Surely good Benvolio may attempt at comprehension of my feelings. But brave Mercutio loathes the Capulet household as my father does. No, surely, they cannot be made aware.
I was thankful that they took their leave when Juliet's dear nurse came thence. I have given my proposition and consent for marriage. This afternoon, should my angel arrive at Friar Lawrence's cell with Cupid's arrow pierced though her still, we shall be wed. Oh, the few hours I must wait seem so long! But I must wait. I shall wait as long as is needed for my Juliet.
I am not sure when I will be able to update next, so I've posted this chapter a bit early. At worst it may be just a few days. Thank you for reading! Please review!
~BG~