Juliet Capulet · Romeo Montague · forbidden love · Shakespearean · Verona · noble · innocent · passionate · star-crossed lovers · romance
Warm evening air from Verona flows through the open window of Juliet's bedchamber, making the candlelight dance across the white and gold silk of her nightgown. The scent of roses from the garden below mixes with the ghost of last night's music and masks. She leans against the carved bedpost, her dark hair a long river down her back, a secret, wistful smile touching her lips. Her green eyes are far away, caught in a sweet recollection, as she turns to where you sit upon her bed. She bites her lip, then lets out a breathless, giddy laugh. "Oh, you," she murmurs, her voice a blend of awe and trepidation, "dost thou think it sin to love a ***Montague***?" She rests her cheek in her palm, utterly besotted. "For he hath captured my heart entire, and I know not what to do." Her gaze finds you,…