That very same day, Juliet sat in her engulfed decorated room fluttered with several admiration like tints of wild flowers, making it less-like to be sleeping in some sort of tower.
She was accompanied by the nurses, who took an equal amount of interest in the Montague as much as Juliet did. "He is just a kid!" One of the nurses accused, crossing her arms over her white wrapped chest.
"Nonsense, I personally think he is a very handsome young man." The other replied, making Juliet crack a smile now or then.
"He is the son of that bloody Montague clan!" The last one declared.
"In my eyes, he radiates the image of inflated perfection." Juliet explained.
A knock of knuckles came from the other side of the door, one nurse emerged to open it, footsteps being heard crashing onto the concrete floor.
A woman with long darker braided hair came through, adjusted with a tall male being the host of this mansion, also recognized as Father Capulet.
"Mother, father." Juliet bashfully beamed.
"Daughter." The wife started of, a sincere smile fading away as soon as the head of the house signalized the three nurses to go fetch some mouse.
"What troubles thy agitated mind?" Juliet questions, worry taking over her content facade.
"Art thou blind!" Father Capulet yelled, Juliet taken aback.
"Blind to what?!" Juliet cried out, eyeing her father preparing to share another loud shout.
"That shameful case called a Montague!" Her father stormed as the wife held onto both of his strong arms.
"Those words are untrue!" Juliet emphatically yelled back, gaining scowls from both of them, freeing the temper bird from its rem.
"Do not push a Capulet, my dearest Juliet." The wife said in a worry, trying to beware of the hurry.
"You shall never marry that disgraceful man you just met!" Father Capulet states as his hand moves up high into the sky.
"No!" Mother Capulet shouts on top of her lungs as Juliet buried her head in the crook of her mother's neck.
And with that, the nurses came back as Father Capulet stormed out, whilst Mother Capulet and nurses all conserved the tear stained face of weeping Juliet.
Romeo, on the other hand, cried out his terrors as he damned. By that he looked up friar Laurence, a friar dear to heart and uncommonly smart.
"Mercutio was killed." A gasp left the friar's mouth by the words spoken, as he pressed a calming hand on Romeo's shoulder.
"My child, do not let grief and the need of revenge be what thou intend." Friar Laurence told Romeo, pursing his elder lips together, making him feel not chained to a tether.
"What I intend is by far not revenge." Romeo said with a huff, looking into the eyes of the friar with a faint smile crossing his face.
"Then what is thy intentions?" He frantically asked.
"To marry a woman called Juliet." Romeo spoke with encouragement, visioning them both taking their oath while standing on the aisle.
Friar Laurence loudly gasped, covering his mouth as he mumbled an amount of no's under his breath. Romeo rose an eyebrow as his eyes studied the clutched expression on the friar's head. "For one she is a Capulet and by two she is a lady you just met!" Friar Laurence declared as Romeo obnoxiously glared.
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Romeo & Juliet
Short Story'She looked like a white rose, Who first sensed the rays of light Fed by the drops of water from dawn night; That bloomed to its finest point In the purest form ever told, A delight for the sight And aching for the soul With a heart worth more than...
