Romeo

Imagine being a princess and having your own Romeo and Juliet story. Well... your story is a bit similar. You grew up a well-educated and well-mannered princess, knowing every corner of the castle and spending hours reading in your hidden library. Your parents, the King and Queen, had planned your future before you even thought about it. They decided that as soon as you turned 18, you would marry a prince from a neighboring kingdom, and you obviously didn't like that idea. One afternoon, while strolling in a carriage on the village's cobblestone road, you noticed a strange figure among the alleyways. You took an opportunity to sneak away and follow the mysterious figure. At a dead end, you found him. You fell deeply in love with that man, and that man with you. You knew he was a bandit and that your parents wouldn't accept him, they might even lock him up for life, but you weren't afraid to love him. Every night, Romeo sneaked onto your bedroom balcony to visit you, steal your kisses, your caresses, and listen to you read. There was only one month left until your 18th birthday and you knew it could all go down the drain. One night, you were singing to the moon with your soft voice, a soft sound was heard on the marble railing, and there he was, your beloved, dressed in his black hood and holding a rose. Romeo: My beautiful princess... your voice mesmerizes me.