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The houses of Montague and Capulet have always been at war until the star crossed lovers Romeo and his Juliet were foun...
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Time passes and Juliet recovers to her full health. Now she flutters around with the lightest of hearts, seeming to be free of all weight on her heart.
In contrast to Juliet, Tybalt feels the weight of his existence beating his heart into the grounds. Battling his own demons, Tybalt remains mostly silent on the matter of how she was injured. Unable to find the piece of his heart that has hope that he was not the cause of her pain, he resolves himself to doing everything in his power to make her happy and comfortable, even if that means not striking Romeo dead. His instincts scream at him to hunt down the rascal and put a blade through his heart. Yet, every time he imagines and plots on how to silence the Montague Prince forever, he cannot picture Romeo alone. He always is beside Juliet, holding her close in his embrace. Just as Tybalt has always wanted, Romeo places kisses against her lips and Juliet smiles, a true and gushing smile. She loves him and he loves her. True love.
Still hanging over Juliet's heart is her parents' agreement with County Paris Escalus. Unknown to her, Tybalt keeps his lips squeezes tight. How could he give her to Paris? How could he bless and stand beside her in her wishful union with Romeo Montague? Hell, how could e give her away to anyone but himself?
The sunshine pours through the windows of the Capulet Estate and Juliet frolics around the house. She dances and flutters to and fro. Tybalt passes her in the main hallway and she giggles, wrapping him up into a big hug. Suddenly Tybalt is filled with her warmth as she squeezes herself against him. The Capulet Prince restrains himself and keeps his eyes on the wall just over her shoulders.
Juliet smiles and pats his head like Tybalt used to do to her when she was little and calls to him, "Hello, Tibbles. How art thou this fine morn?" Tybalt smiles and laughs, "Well, I thank thee cousin. Thou seem in a happy mood. Any news?" "O, news in the most high account, cousin," she gushes, leaning against the hallways wall and wrapping her own arms around her chest with a smile. "I can imagine more than I can say—I have more on my mind than words. They are but beggars that can count their worth. My true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth." "Pray tell me the good news, Juliet," smiles Tybalt, his eyes dancing in her joy. "I am to marry Romeo Montague!" she gasps, her eyes barely containing her joy.
