Little miss Montague

Chapter 1

Our tale starts in Verona, Italy. A scorching summers day. Though this is not any normal day, do not mistake it as so. This is a day of Victory and Loss! Today was the prince's tournament.
Two rival families set their champions on a feat to bring honour to their houses.

The house of Montague and the house of Capulet. Two sworn rivals since the dawn of time. Our story begins with the sound of hooves booming and cheers echoing. The two champions ride forward in a contest, one in red and gold the other in blue and silver. In the crowd, Lord Capulet and his wife sit proudly yet overcome with anxiety.
On the opposite side of the prince, Lord Montague and his wife sit the same. They are accompanied by their nephew Benvolio Montague, a handsome young man with fluffy brunette curls, deep knowledgeable yet soft chocolate eyes and pale plump lips. Each house is dressed finely to exert their wealth.

Two households both alike in dignity in fair Verona where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. And so the prince has called the tournament to keep the battle from the city streets. Now rival Capulet's and Montague's they try their strength to gain the royal ring.

"Ride cousin!" yelled out Lord Capulet.
The champion in blue grips his lance and prepares to win. Only for the man in red to take the lead. The crimson warrior takes his lance and stabs it through the ring winning the tournament! The house of Montague all stand and cheer! A sea of red blood drowning out all uproar of the Capulet side. Lord Capulet can be seen looking dissatisfied with the turn of events.

The golden knight from the house of Montague gallops around in victory. The Capulet champion in blue throws his helmet on the floor, enraged! This man is Tybalt, cousin of the Capulets. In disrespect of their victory, Tybalt spits in front of the Montague stands.
The red soldier takes off his helmet to reveal Mercutio, cousin to the prince and close friend of the Montagues.

"Be here declare Mercutio, from the house of Montague our champion! And so I bid you all enjoy the day!" the prince exclaimed. Mercutio turns and stands victorious in front of the crowd. First in the air with a triumphant smile. He blows a kiss to his 'fans' as the scene changes.

Two young girls can be seen running. One in a silky white dress and one in a lavish   f/c dress. They run through a luxurious garden. A frail old voice calls out for them. "Y/n! Juliet! Girls please!"
"My lady and my lord will soon be home with news of the tournament!"
"Then hurry nurse. Why do you dally so?" a smooth voice escapes the girl in white.
"Oh, I should so hurry till my heart gives out" the old exasperated voice whimpers.
"Your heart is made of sterner stuff than that!" the girl in f/c laughs.
"Your heart is made of sterner stuff-" They run through a beautifully architectured hallway. "that you should laugh to see me so worn out!"
"We keep you fast to make you young and strong!" the snow whisp sings. The two girls turn and giggle at their nurse. The girl in white is revealed to be Juliet, daughter of Lord Capulet. And the girl in f/c is the fair y/n, a friend of Juliet and the house of both Capulet and Montague. Y/n is the fairest maid in all of Verona, with her h/t,  h/c, her e/c doe eyes and rosy plump lips.

The scene fades to a market in town. Two servants of the house of Capulet bump into servants of Montague. "Do you not choke to see lord Tybalt bested by a Montague dog?"
"Leave it the quarrel is between our masters."
"The quarrel is between our masters and us their men."
One servant spits to the other and draws his sword. They begin to fight. Benvolio notices the commotion and draws his sword.
"Stop!" he calls out.
"Stop! Put up your sword. You know not what you do!"
"Hold up there! Turn thou Benvolio and look upon thy death!" a gravel-like voice growls.
"Tybalt, I do but keep the peace!" he pleads. "Put up your sword! A manage to part these men with me!"
"What? Do you draw your sword and talk about peace?! I hate the word as I hate hell, all Montague's and thee!" he slashes his blade down at Benvolio. They engage in battle, a man with the intent of death and one of peace.

The fight escalates! Both Lords begin to brawl as their Ladies try to get them to part.
This gets worse until the prince interrupts.
"Rebellious subjects, stop this! Enemy's to peace would stain the pleasure of a tournament with bitter blood? Throw your ill-tempered weapons to the ground! Now hear the sentence of your angry prince! Three civil brawls, bred of a foolish word, by thee Lord Capulet or Montague, have thrice destroyed the calm of our streets! If ever you disturb our town again, your lives will pay the price for the offence! You Capulet, you go along with me and Montague come you this afternoon! And now on pain of death, all fighting men depart!"

A/n I accept constructive criticism, but any hate and you will be reported.
Again sorry about the pronouns I'll make any other books I write gender-neutral.