Story time! -- Forbidden Romance

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Chapter 1 -- How it all began

"Juliet..." Was that whisper? She turned around quickly. She could have sworn she heard something. "Juliet..." The whisper again! She paced anxiously. What was that voice? "He is yours." The voice whispered again. "What?!" Juliet jumped. "He is yours." The voice repeated. "Who?" Juliet questioned, uncertainly. The voice inhaled; a deep, restless inhale... "Romeo... Have patience..." Juliet looked around. She was in an empty room! No one was to be found! She sighed and stared into the looking glass. Was she going insane? She evaluated her deep brown eyes and hair. Perfectly in place, her lucious, silky brown hair lay in ringlets around her neck and down her back. Sighing again, she played with the ringlet nearest her hand. "Why am I here?" She questioned herself. Although she was dressed in her fanciest gown, with her hair done up and her face like a rosebud, she didn't feel beautiful. This wasn't her! What she saw in the mirror was a stranger. A girl forced to put on a mask. A girl who didn't belong in her environment. Born into a wealthy family, Juliet was continually forced to dress up and go to fancy balls and weddings. All she really wanted, however, was to run away from all the hub bub with her horse, Excalibur. Excalibur was the only one who truly understood her. Her parents refused to let her stay at home. "This is the most important ball of the year!" they exclaimed. "Do you know how many suitable, rich young men will be there? How many great names will be there? Who knows! You might meet a prince!" Juliet finally gave up her persisting to stay at home. It was no use! Her parents were convinced that she was going to marry a rich prince and become queen of some country one day. And no wonder! Juliet was the most beautiful girl in all the land. Tall and elegant, with fair skin and light brown hair and eyes, she was the exotic knockout. Ever since she was 14 years old, young men of honorable families had been pursuing her. Now, at 17 years old, she was as beautiful as ever. She turned heads everywhere. And beauty wasn't her only virtue! She was intelligent, kind, and talented. An incredible artist, she could draw the most beautiful paintings with the whip of a brush. And oh, could she dance! For hours on end, the young men lined up just to hold her close for one two step, one waltz. But she had escaped them all! Yes, she had run away to the solitary confinment of the powder room, where she continued to look timidly at the face in the mirror that claimed to be her. She smiled despairingly. "You are the beauty. The talented one. All the young men want YOU. But what do you care? While hundreds of girls would kill for the gifts you have, you'd rather be out riding your horse. This isn't you. This isn't where you belong!" Jumping at the knock at the door, she heard her mother's voice. "Juliet! Come out here! Prince Victor wants to dance with you!" Juliet rolled her eyes. Victor, Prince of Wales, had insisted to dance with her 3 times this evening already! "Coming, Mother." She replied, trying to hide the despair in her voice. She walked back out the the main room with her mother. As all eyes turned towards her, Prince Victor walked up to her, bowed, and asked for her to join him in a Vienesse Waltz. She complied, and off they went, swooping up and down and turning with the most wonderful grace. They held the audience in awe. Juliet, in her long, flowing turquoise and white off-the-shoulder gown, and Victor, in his black tuxedo and red tie, caught the eye of many as they swept across the golden dance hall. Victor was charming. With his long, black hair, and his sparkling black eyes, he was the ladies' man. Girls hung on his every word as he made his rounds at parties, flirting vivaciously with every young lady. He was tall. At least 6 feet 3 inches, he was broad shouldered and built. He was the desire of the party. And yet Juliet was not happy. Victor wasn't for her. She wanted a country boy. Someone that was not afraid to get mud all over himself. Victor was simply too pretty for her. Although he was charming and handsome, he looked like he hadn't had a hard day's work in his life. Finally, the dance ended, and Juliet walked amid many admirers to a chair. Exasperatingly, she glanced at the young men surrounding her. She recognized a few faces. Victor, of course, along with Prince William of England, Prince Jaque of France, and Prince Frederick of Scotland. Prince William, a mousy, lanky thing with hazel eyes bleached blonde hair, sat on her right. Prince Jaque, a short, fat boy with lazy brown eyes and short golden hair. And Prince Frederick, with his strawberry blonde hair and exciting green eyes. All three, not completely lacking in looks, and yet not her taste. She glanced impatiently around before heading to the refreshments table. None of the young men followed. They knew the look on her face. She needed to be let alone.

Juliet walked as fast as she could while still maintaining a ladylike caper to the refreshments table. Her face lightened up as she walked into the room, realizing she was finally alone. She stopped, smiled to herself, and then headed towards the hors d'vours. Reaching for a small, dainty cake, she found her hand colliding with a rough looking hand that belonged to a young man across the table. Glancing upward, she met eyes with a handsome boy of 19. "Excuse me!" He compiled politely. She smiled. She could not look away from his eyes! Beautiful, and deep blue, they sparkled to the core, even more than Victor's. "What is your name?" He knocked her abruptly out of her trance and back into reality. "Juliet." She replied quietly, blushing intensly in the mean time. "Nice to meet you, Juliet. My name is Romeo." Struck by the name, Juliet looked up. "Where have I heard that before?" She wondered silently. He lifted her hand and kissed it gently. He was about as tall as she. With sturdy boots and a suit on, he looks rugged and handsome. His soft, sandy brown hair was cut short and clunge closely to his head. Looking up, he smiled. He had a beautiful smile. With perfect teeth, white as the driven snow, his full lips burst back to portray them. Juliet couldn't help but smile herself. Enjoying this moment together, it was soon cut short when Victor stamped boldly into the room. "Juliet!" He proclaimed loudly. "My dear! May I have the honor of another dance with you?" Juliet shook her head lightly as Romeo dropped her hand gently. "Actually, I was just leaving!" Juliet announced as her mother walked unexpectedly into the room. "What? Oh, yes we are! Come along, my dear Juliet." Her mother commanded. Juliet followed her gratefully, as Victor and Romeo watched. "Wait!" Juliet turned around. "Let me walk you to your carraige. Please?" Romeo insisted eagerly. "Alright." Juliet whispered quietly, trying to conceal her enthusiasm. Grasping her arm, Romeo walked her outside while Victor watched jealously.

"Goodnight, Juliet. It was very pleasant meeting you." Romeo said with a smile as he helped her into her carraige. "Thank you, Romeo." Juliet smiled into his blue eyes. He shut the door carefully, and the carraige rode away, carrying a blushing Juliet and her parents.

It wasn't until later that night, while laying in her bed, that shocking reality came back to Juliet. "The Voice!" She whispered to herself, excitedly. "What was that name again?" She slid back upon her pillow in delightful suprise, as she barely breathed the name.

"Romeo..."