The two sinners arrived at once. The whore of Babylon and Lucifer himself,Prince Mastino thought as he saw them and then: Why does Capuletti always dress in scarlet? To hide the blood strains?
“Signore” It was Angiola Montecchi
who sank to her knees first; not without giving a deadly glance to her foe.
The Prince didn’t say a word.
Instead, he faced the high altar pretending he was praying. Later, he turned bag with a dazzling
smile to enjoy the suppressed anger in the red faces of Montecchi
and Capuletti. Kneel and atone.
“You do us wrong” Odoardo Capuletti
cut through the silence, rising without permission.
“Do I?” The Prince was pleased with
the direction of that conversation. “But I didn’t tell you any charges, yet.”
“We all know why we are here”
Angiola Montecchi protested in unusual harmony with Odoardo.
“So, you admit your family’s guilt?”
Odoardo Capuletti’s nostrils
flattered, his finger sharply pointing at Angiola. “Her brood attacked my noble
“Your nephew who had drawn his sword
first” Angiola fired back.
“A knight defending his houses’ honour”
“How noble of him to defend the non-existent!”
Prince Mastino really started to
enjoy that little show. He watched fascinated how the veins on Capuletti’s neck
pulsed while his face slowly got the same scarlet tone as his surcoat. Would he dare to draw his dagger against a
woman? The prince’s eyes turned to Angiola Montecchi’s clenching fists. She’d rather destroy Capuletti’s face with her claws,
“You talk about honour when it was
your husband who betrayed Verona to the Pope?”, Odoardo asked sharply.
“And who betrayed our late prince’s
order of peace by attacking my family with German mercenaries? Within that holy
“Your family needed to be stopped
from corruption. But Jews like you never cared.”
“And you and your beloved emperor
butchered the innocent outside our city walls!”
It was the first time the Prince needed to scream in a long time. No one
challenged his authority more than these two vipers. “It is my last word spoken
on that subject: The next man drawing his sword against another, I will lead to
the gallows myself. No matter if he’s Montecchi or Capuletti. Your noble names
protected you far too long. And now I want you to swear upon that holy altar.”
juliette asked around about who orginally started this cafe, moira fyres used to be friends with the owner, until she passed away a few months ago. She offered to show juliette the owners son’s house..
moira: it’s been empty for 21 years, after her son and his wife moved out, she never put it up for sale.
“…requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine” the priest was singing for what
felt like hours.
Angiola Montecchi could not wait for her brother-in-law to
rise from his coffin and strangle that horrible singer. Ludovico Montecchi
never was a man of many words and he hated to wait. But Ludovico Montecchi was
dead and Angiola made them read a requiem for his immortal soul.
neither desperate nor sad. She expected him to die long ago. Some nephews will
claim Capuletti murdered him but Angiola knew better. Ever since her own
husband Rinaldo died almost two decades ago, she managed the family’s business
with his brother.
Well, actually she was the one in charge. Bank of Montecchi
prospered under her rule and Ludovico never spoke against her.
gaze wandered through the cathedral. Just a few members of the family and some
close business partners assembled.
She observed her own son Romeo leaning
against a column.
He came, she thought with relief. He hadn’t been home
for weeks. Do I burden him with too much?
She allowed herself one moment of doubt. No.
He’s the heir and House of Montecchi needs a strong man leading it through the
storm. But was Romeo the right choice? A poet and dreamer. Certainly, no
banker. And yet, we all have a duty to fulfil…
mass ended, Angiola sought her way out the cathedral. She must not lose Romeo
who already reached the portal. She needed that opportunity…
she said with a soft smile. “Where have you been?”
of interest, Lady mother.”
return home. There is so much to do. For me, for, for the family… You must take
your rightful place.”
right you mean to force me.” He escaped without looking back.
“It is for
grief”, she tried to console herself.
love”, a voice announced from behind. It was her nephew
Angiola. Please, have patience. He struggles with is feelings.”
“Giulietta! “, Gianna was running
through the garden. Well, indeed she was running through the labyrinth which Odoardo
Capuletti called a garden. Well, his wife called this a garden. Her lord never
cared for such representation, but that was another story.
“Giulietta, where have you been
hiding, child?” It wasn’t funny anymore. Gianna’s legs were hurting, She
couldn’t catch her breath and she reminded herself that she was past forty.
“Giulietta? Giulietta, please. My
lady and my lord will soon be home.”
She found her beneath some hedges, sitting
down on the grass, her nose stuck in a book.
“Why do you dally so?” Giulietta
asked with an innocent smile. Gianna has been her nurse since the child’s first
day on that world. A mother in all but name.
“Oh, I should so hurry till my heart
gives out. Your heart is made of sterner stuff than that. Your heart is made…”
Giulietta started laughing.
“…that you should laugh to see me
so wore out. What are you reading there by any means?”
Gianna grabbed the book.
She couldn’t read but she knew the stories told by the small pictures. An
expansive book but someone had torn out several pages. “What’s that?” she
asked. “Your mother’s work?”
“Certainly not! She would have
ripped the whole book apart” Giulietta sounded quite amused. “Young ladies
shouldn’t read at all, if she’s concerned. It was my father’s doing. And I
understand. Some tales are too bloody and frivolous for a girl.”
“His decision. But you miss the best
part!” Gianna said. She thought of those stories her own parents told during
winter nights. Stories of simple life, hot-blooded lovers, obscene jokes… It
would turn Giulietta’s cheeks red…
“So, tell me” the girl insisted
“Only when you are older. Now come
with me. We have to dress up for the ball.”
“I hate balls. No one’s there who is of my age.”
“Maybe some young lad will fall with
love with you.”
There wasn’t enough driving in the world that could calm her down from this, Julie decided. The longer Donnie and Gordon went without texting her, calling her, giving her something, the worse the scenarios in her head got. It was like waiting for inevitable bad news from a doctor, and she hated feeling so powerless to do anything.
Was Mal hurt again? Would they tell her if he was? No one had gotten ahold of her when they found him (and she was still seething over that, even if a part of her understood), it was Mal who had left her a voicemail and her panic that had Donnie finally telling her what everyone else already knew. The longer she spent alone with her thoughts, the more pissed off at them all she became. And the more pissed she was the more she just wanted to go over there, see him for herself. What did she even need their permission for? Mal had called her! Screw them, she wasn’t a child that needed protection, definitely not from her best friend.
[Text: Gordon] I’m coming over.
She only sent the warning as a courtesy, in case his parents were around. No need for them to catch her sneaking in through a window, might as well just use the front door as she should be able to by now. The short drive over didn’t calm her much, but it let her pull it all inward, close it off. She wanted to see Mal, she needed to be calm. If he was as bad as Donnie said… She needed to be calm. Taking in a deep breath, she pocketed her keys and made her way inside the familiar house.