Sword Crossed Lovers

A Mysterious Suitor

Suddenly there is a shrill fanfare from a french horn and all eyes turn to gaze at the stop of the stairwell. A beautiful girl stands gazing back at the throng of guests below her, a gentle hand placed on the railing for support. She blushes, slightly embarrassed, and Tybalt is stunned by her beauty. The way her locks fall on her face, her hair obviously curled, exemplifies her face shape. Her eyes call out to him, trapping him in their beauty. Her lips, oh her lips, make his head spin and the world feel as though it has been plunged underwater. "Ye Gods above," he breathes, entranced by her beauty.

Juliet Capulet takes up her gown on her right side as she begins to descend the main stairwell, fully knowing that all eyes remain on her. As though in a dream-like state, she strides, her heels clicking gracefully against the floor.

As she approaches the main landing just before another small flight onto the dance floor, Tybalt takes her hand in his. Her white gown matches his costume exactly and together they hold everyone's gaze.
"Fairest cousin, may I have this dance?" he asks, surprised at how husky his voice sounds. She beams up at him and admires his cat-mask laced with crimson red mimicking blood stains and rubies. "Do you even need to ask, my prince?" she gushes back with a tender touch on his hand.

Together they move out onto the floor and the musicians pick up a brisk and sensual tango. Tybalt and his cousin grace the guests with their fabulous dance, completely in sync with one another, completely one. The three uninvited guests can only stare in awe at the Capulet demonstration.

Tybalt leans in close mid-dance and whispers, "You are even more beautiful in that dress than I could ever have imagined."
"O Tybalt, don't do this here, not in front of everyone," Juliet blushes, glancing tentatively at the floor as he sweeps her around. He places a loving kiss on her cheek as the dance comes to its end, the two pausing only for a moment to applaud the musicians.

As the dance ends, a young suitor approaches Juliet and offers his hand with a polite bow. "May I have the next dance, fair lady?" he oozes passionately, the hint of lust in his voice. Tybalt moves protectively beside her, placing a gentle arm on the small of her back which guides her weight towards him. She looks up at him, reassuring him it would be permitted by her will. He nods back and gives her a kiss on the top of her head right beside her tiny crown which complimented her Egyptian Bastet mask. "Have fun, my Juliet," he whispers too softly for her to hear.

Seeing Juliet and her new partner begin the next dance with a smile on her face, Tybalt slinks into the background of the party-goers. He keeps his eyes trained on her elegant form, studying the way her dress buckles around her ankles, admiring the way her hair frames her perfect face, and lavishing her eyes as they look about the room.

His heart beats faster in his chest and a touch on his shoulder breaks his gaze.
"Well, Tybalt, I'm glad you decided to attend the Capulet ball," coos a familiar voice. Tybalt feels his cheeks begin to redden underneath his cat mask. He turns to face her but her strong arms stop his shoulders from moving. "Focus on her, Prince of Cats. Your eyes have been on her all night," she orders, snaking her arm farther down his body.