Word of the duel spread through Verona like wildfire. And in the house of Capulet, which I visited every other day now, they talked of the matter nonstop. Two slain and one banished. Verona was not a quiet town by any means, but that tidbit seemed to surpass all other gossip. I wished myself back home, where nothing happened but, at the same time, everything did.
And Silvia was only a few manors away from mine— she was not from a tremendously wealthy family, but at least she was a lady. I wished that she was with me every second of every day. Until I received the letter.