Romeo & Juliet

Capitolo Uno

Once upon a time there were two rich families, at least there were, as in there was one family that could have not conquered the bump in the golden road filled with endless money. Perhaps there could be a way, to fix all things to regain a wealthy lifestyle within about a year as they found another solution instead of trying to sell furnishings and other belongings.

The wealthy family, named the mighty Capulets, didn't have any troubles at all, but on the other side of Verona, there were the poor muggles, namely, the Montagues. Now they had a son, called Romeo with a handsome face and muscles to die for, now there was a down side at his perfect posture as well, which is that he is the cause the Montagues got bankrupt.

"Rosaline, Rosaline, my fairest woman of them all, where art thou, with all thy perfections and face like a doll." The fine voice of the younger son called Romeo spoke, calling for his former love up from his high self-esteem.

"Who on earth is calling my name, down below without any sight of shame." A fair woman with grey green eyes declared, hair like a golden waterfall flowing just beneath her shoulders into the clear well of pure beauty.

"It is me, my dear, your Romeo calling up thou at thy home." Green sparkling eyes lit up at the sight of his dearest Rosaline as a box was carefully held in his palm behind his clothed back.

"Romeo? What in the name of holy heavens did thou came at my humble cottage, filled with the sleeping creature called my father, waken and filled with envy like a kraken?" The noble woman cried out, her head resting in the soft palm of her hand, with her elbow steady on the windowsill of her chamber a few feet above the grounds they call theirs.

"I came here with a precious gift, explaining my love for thou with the speed of a swift." The boy with shady gold hair said, leaving Rosaline with an expression of utter confusion.

"What might that be, in the name of God, causing thou to stand in the night so broad?" Rosaline asked, barely a whisper coming over her lips, the color of a peach.

The box was held up high, revealing a ring ever so bright, as if it were a new star joining the moon in the dawn of night. "My tender heart came to say, please accept this ring and be the queen to my king." He said, eyes full of hope.

Rosaline blinked, in utter shock, not daring to reveal her answer just yet as she recognizes the sight of hopeful eyes in the man she may be calling hers. "How could you come to my chamber, in the light of drawn, asking me to join you in marriage when my reasons are disparage." Rosaline told Romeo, as her eyes are downcast and shame takes over her body, making her close the window and leave the man who offered her his entire heart, broken and alone, seeking yet another love for his own.