#3 in Othello
#26/ 145 in Shakespeare
#33/ 172 inJuliet
#50/ 236 in Romeo and Juliet
#50/ 378 in Multiverse
#265/ 1.5K in History
The houses of Montague and Capulet have always been at war until the star crossed lovers Romeo and his Juliet were foun...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Eyes fluttering open, Tybalt immediately feels a sense of peace hit him. His limbs feel oddly refreshed and passive as he lies there. He breathes a deep sigh, never waking to such peace before. A stir beside him sends alarms roaring in his head. His head whips to look beside him and his eyes settle on Juliet's beautiful face and hair around her.
Face relaxed and at peace in a light slumber, Tybalt can only take in her beauty and purity. Suddenly feareful, he traces his mind through the events of last night before he fell asleep. Light paws on his chest reminds him. Tibbles! The cat meows and paws Tybalt's nose. He smiles and moves his head forwards, tempting the cat's paw.
Not surprisingly, the kitten digs his claws into Tybalt's nose and sends a shock of pain through him. He holds in a yip as his hand flies to his nose. The kitten playfully leaps off the Capulet Prince and finds its home underneath the bed once more. Daylight trickles through the curtains around the grand bed and Tybalt rises. He sucks on his finger and dabs the tiny cut on his nose. "Great," he breathes sarcastically.
Juliet stirs beside him and he reminds himself to stay quiet. She turns over in her sleep and Tybalt moves the covers up to keep her warm. A gentle tap on the door attracts his eyes. "Is the lady alright, sir?" "Indeed, Peter. She just needed someone for company. She hasn't been feeling very well as of late," replies Tybalt, pulling on a clean shirt and pulling up some classic red breeches. His manservant Peter helps him with his belt and dagger, clicking it onto his hip as usual. "Make sure she sleeps in and summon the Nurse to stay with her. If she wakes to find me gone, she might be worried." "As you wish, sir. But might I inquire what summons thee?" "A more private matter," glares Tybalt, giving Peter the look he has always been told his mother gave his father often. Peter nods and backs away. "As you wish," he echoes, slipping out the door.
Knowing the good intensions of the faithful Peter, Tybalt feels saddened that he cannot fully disclose the full means of his 'private matters'. The Capulet House has only stayed in power due to the continuous patronage of higher powers and the support of many lower families. They embody so much more than just the 'Capulets' and sometimes other families need the casual reminder that they pay homage to the Capulet House only.
The farmers outside the Verona city gates are known to dabble with outlaws and other vagabonds of the Montague and Capulet Households. These humble landowners grant the Capulet House power, brewing the finest wines and tending to the livestock. The grand farms under the Capulet crest serve as a message of power to all those in Verona, heavily coveted by the foreign Montagues.
Due to his dominating aura and stature, Tybalt is always assigned to pester the yeoman and the artisans. He puts on the armor of his House and mounts his steed. In a few moments he is trotting along the streets of Verona, passing by some of the inner workings of the farms. In his red cape and crest on his back, the farmers gravitate towards their houses as he passes by.
