Ever since I was born I was told my family are cursed, no one knew why or how, yet people we love seem to suffer and die all around us.
Our story starts on the 28th of July 1866, Romeo and Juliet, such a tragic love story, yet this one is real.
Romeo our great assertors lover, only 16 at the time, servant for the queens lords and ladies, a high job, for such a low pay, at Lady Rivindor Christmas party he
Sees her, the young lady of the house, Juliet, in her pale cream dress she looks beautiful, as their eyes meet they know it meant to be
Yet both know it can never be to bring shame on her family and king, would easily cause her death.
Still they could not keep apart, creeping around at night to still one kiss before sun, to chat and dance in the privet of the night, till they go caught that is.
Romeo was killed on the spot, by the lord himself in the cent of Court Green it begun... In Juliet’s despair she curses her family before taking her life, on that
Stormy night my story truly begins, the house that holds all the answers, the house I’m still in now.
One week later, at the exact time, Lady Rivindor was found dead in her chambers after giving birth to Juliet’s sister Raven. Exactly one week later lord
Rivindor was seen dropping to the ground clutching his chest and that was the last time he was ever seen. This happened once more to Juliet, one week later
While playing her infamous song, as the clock chimed 12, she too dropped dead, yet her grave has never been filled.
While poor Raven was left to family to tend, Court Green became over grown and left to rot, for a few years, many families have passed through these doors
Yet none stay anymore, not with Juliet’s song echoing in the halls.
