Prologue
A little over a hundred years after Romeo and Juliet’s tragic love story, the families decide to finally unite the two allies together. Bring a new, special bond, beneficial for both the upcoming generations and respectful to the romantic martyrs. A marriage was arranged for the Capulet’s only daughter, Juliet II, and the Montagues’ one son, Romeo II. The families believed that by naming the children as their ancestors were names would surely bring them prosperity as lovers. And yet, that’s not entirely true.
They were around seven years old when they met. Well, Romeo was; Juliet was a touch older than the boy, meaning her eighth birthday had already passed by their time of meeting. The bond was unmistakable when they first spoke.
“Hello, Miss Juliet! I am Romeo Montague II, but you can just call me Romeo!” The delightful boy cheered as he approached the young girl.
“Hello, Romeo. It is a pleasure to meet you. I’m Juliet Capulet II,” the young lady spoke. Her distasteful tone went unnoticed by the energetic child in front of her, shaking her hand.
“Would you like to come play with me, Miss Juliet! I started weaving flowers together to make a crown! I could make you one if you wish!” Before the girl could respond, the boy was already pulling her over to where he was talking about.
“You- what?” She planted her feet in the ground, stopping the boy in his tracks. He turns over to the red-headed girl, whose face shows only baffle.
“What? Is- Is something wrong, Miss Juliet? Did- Did I do something wrong? Miss Juliet?” The tiny brunette boy’s innocent face twisted with worry and anxiousness, starting to panic.
The young girl imminently regretted her decisions. “No, Romeo! You did nothing wrong; It’s just that- flower crowns?” Her confusion only led the poor boy to be more perplexed.
“Well, yes,” He answered honestly. “I enjoy making flower crowns. It’s a very fun activity. I thought you may also enjoy it, but if you don’t want to, we could do something else.” The disappointment was evident in his face as he stared at his feet, a melancholy expression painted over his entire face.
Juliet let out a sigh, feeling sympathetic towards the young boy. “No, I just have never made one before. Could you possibly teach me how to?”
The boy’s face lit up. “Why, yes! Yes I can, Miss Juliet! Come! This way!” He grabbed her by the hand and dashed forward, leading her towards the pond.
The young girl chuckled. “Juliet, Romeo. Just call me Juliet, okay? We’re friends now!”
“Really?! Thank you so much, Mi- I mean, Juliet! Now let’s go!”
The children’s laughter echoed throughout the evening, bringing comfort to their parents. Little could they expect what the future years would bring the two play pals.