Roses for Rosalind

Verona, Capulet House.

Viscount Capulet was walking up and down the corridor, apparently extremely irritable; Lady Capulet was pale.She held onto the handrail tightly to support her body, and she might slip and fall on the ground at any time; Juliet wept softly.She didn't dare to let go of her voice, but it was this occasional thin sobbing sound that made people even more upset.

Rosie stood beside Juliet, embracing her in silence.

The door of the room was closed tightly, bringing a silent unease throughout the room.All eyes were fixed on the closed door without blinking, expecting it to be opened next second, and hoping that it would never be opened.

The waiting time is always extremely difficult.Perhaps in the eyes of others, they only waited for a few short minutes; but to Capulet and the other four, it seemed as long as centuries had passed.

The door of the room was suddenly opened quietly.Everyone who was waiting in the corridor trembled.They held their breath and stared nervously at the monk who slowly walked out from behind the door.Lady Capulet opened her mouth as if to ask something.It's just that her lips trembled so violently that she couldn't even utter a word.

The monk dressed in solemn black turned sideways and silently stepped aside from the road.

Without the obstruction of the door, a strong smell of blood rushed towards his face.All the curtains in the room were drawn down, and the fire in the fireplace was burning fiercely.The stench of metal rust mixed with the smell of sweat filled the entire room, making one almost nauseated.The used towels and water basins on the side hadn't had time to be taken out, and the ominous dark red was like the blood-colored eyes of death, which made people feel frightened and uneasy.

Rosie saw Tybalt who was still in a coma at a glance.All the wounds on his body had been treated and bandaged. At this time, he was lying quietly on the bed, with no blood on his pale face, and his tightly closed eyebrows and eyes were as black as ink.Perhaps because of his frowning, even though his brows were stretched at this time, there was still a deep mark between Tybalt's brows, as if even in his sleep, he couldn't find rest.

He lay there quietly, without any reaction to everything outside, like a puppet without a soul.

"how so……"

Juliet swayed a little.She covered her mouth tightly with her hand, and couldn't help sobbing softly.

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Without the slightest warning, Mercutio and Tybalt fought each other.

"Stop! Stop! Are you all crazy!?" Romeo yelled anxiously, trying to separate the two: "What are you still doing, Benvolio!" He turned his head to Benvolio Leo roared: "Hurry up and think of a way, or find a sword and knock down all their weapons!"

But no one listened to him.

Tiny sparks shot out from where the two swords collided, accompanied by the frightening sound of metal rubbing.Mercutio's hands holding the long sword were gathered together vigorously, he clenched his teeth, and the veins on his neck stood out.In contrast, Tybalt's situation is much better than him.The tails of his eyes were raised slightly, and he looked at Mercutio who gritted his teeth and supported him with a bit of murderous intent and sharp irony: "Scrap." He snorted contemptuously, his dark eyes were full of momentum for victory. must.

"Tybalt!" Juliet cried out in a crying voice, "Please, Tybalt. Stop beating! Please!"

Mercutio exerted force on his front legs, forcing Tybalt to take two steps back.He quickly retracted his sword and backed away, looking vigilantly at Tybalt with a sneer in front of him, and quickly thought of countermeasures in his mind.

Both Tybalt and Mercutio were well-known warriors in Verona, but they were famous for different reasons.Tybalt relies on fierce attack and inhuman arm strength. Even when he is not holding a sword, the arched shape of the muscles on his arm is very obvious; while Mercutio relies on agility and Resilience.If the head-to-head confrontation continues like this, Mercutio has almost no chance of winning.

"What are you running for, huh?" Tybalt sneered and mocked, "Or did you finally realize that you were trying to be brave, and you were finally ready to cry and run home to find your mother?"

"Shut up, Tybalt." Mercutio's eyes narrowed slightly, "You should be the one going home crying to find your mother."

For the next period of time, neither Mercutio nor Tybalt acted rashly.They stared at each other covetously, silently confronting each other.Mercutio understood that Tybalt was deliberately creating pressure, trying to make him lose his cool due to fear and anxiety.But who was Mercutio?He is the captain of the Guards of Verona City, and he is not just a fledgling boy. Such moves are obviously useless to him.

"Enough! You all stop!" Benvolio made the last effort, fearing that he would cause trouble if he rushed up, he could only stand aside and shouted: "Have you all forgotten! The prince has expressly prohibited We fought in the streets of Verona!"

But still no one pays attention to him.

After waiting for a while, Tybalt finally understood that this trick had no effect on Mercutio.So he didn't waste time waiting, raised the long sword in his hand and rushed towards Mercutio pre-emptively.The intertwined sword lights disappeared at the intersection of each other's blades, and the two silver long swords were deadlocked together, launching a new round of wrestling.

Mercutio wrapped his sword around Tybalt's blade, immobilizing him and preventing him from attacking. "Mecutio, you coward." Tybalt squeezed the words through his teeth viciously: "Don't play these meaningless tricks! Don't you even have the courage to fight me upright? !"

"There is a word in this world called outsmarting." Mercutio said not to be outdone, "But I guess you don't know it, brat?"

While speaking, Mercutio paused for a moment, and suddenly relaxed the force in his hand without warning.He took a step aside, taking advantage of Tybalt's lack of strength, and quickly dodged behind him.Tybalt staggered two steps forward, trying to stabilize his center of gravity first.But how could Mercutio give him this chance?He held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and with the sound of wind and thunder, the gleaming silver edge of the sword relentlessly charged towards Tybalt from bottom to top——

Tybalt turned around quickly, but it was too late to dodge.The sharp sword tip slashed across his left shoulder, cutting a deep wound, and the dark red blood instantly stained Tybalt's white shirt.When ordinary people encounter this situation, they will definitely take several steps back in panic and pain. At the very least, they must get out of the opponent's attack range before making any plans.However, Tybalt seemed to be unaware of what happened to him. Instead of retreating, he took a big step forward, regardless of Mercutio's long sword digging deeper into his wound , only blindly attacking fiercely, chasing Mercutio tightly and refusing to let go.

"...You madman!" Mercutio was startled by Tybalt's attack, and hurriedly pulled his hand back to withdraw the long sword.This is what Tybalt wanted. Taking advantage of the moment when Mercutio lost his mind, he seized the opportunity and stabbed Mercutio's unsuspecting abdomen viciously with the hilt of his sword. go.With a muffled grunt, Mercutio fell to the ground clutching his stomach, curled up tightly, his pale face and the sweat on his forehead proved how much pain he was enduring.

A strong killing intent came from behind with a sharp sound of wind, and the sudden sense of crisis made Mercutio suddenly stop, and he rolled to the side regardless of the pain in his body, which barely escaped the emergency. Burt's attack.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Mercutio's forehead, slowly condensed into a drop, and slid down the contours of his face.And Tybalt's condition was not much better than him. The massive blood loss made his face pale like gold paper, and his hands and feet felt cold from time to time.It can be said that the reason why he can still stand at this time is all supported by his strong willpower.

I don't know who moved first, the long swords of the two swung open the air, and once again, they fought together again.

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Rosie looked at Tybalt lying quietly on the bed with complicated eyes, and couldn't tell what it was like in her heart.

As in the original novel, Mercutio was mortally wounded by Tybalt and fell down.Benvolio couldn't hold back anymore, grabbed the sword from Mercutio's hand and rushed forward.And the battle with Mercutio just now has exhausted all of Tybalt's strength, how can he defeat the enraged Benvolio?By the time the Prince of Verona and the people from the two families rushed to the scene after receiving the news, both Mercutio and Tybalt were already lying in a pool of blood, life and death unknown.Romeo on the side held Benvolio tightly, preventing him from making any further moves.

"Tybalt! Tybalt!" shrieked Lady Capulet and threw herself on it.Not caring that the blood would stain her skirt, she hugged Tybalt's body tightly: "Wake up! Good nephew! Wake up!"

The accompanying medical monks quickly stepped forward to separate her from Tybalt.At first Mrs. Capulet was not happy about life and death, but she finally let him go after hearing that Tybalt was still alive.

"His Royal Highness the Prince!" She raised her head high and looked at the Prince of Verona, the tears on her face had not been wiped off: "Tibalt is the only child of my deceased brother, and also the only child of my mother's family. The only bloodline!" Her finger pointed straight at Benvolio, her eyes were burning with fierce hatred: "Your Highness, you are upright and selfless. The blood shed in our family should be treated with the blood of this murderer. repay!"

"...this bloody battle." After asking the monk about Mercutio's situation, Prince Verona rubbed his forehead wearily. Annoyed: "Who started it first?"

"Is there even a need to ask that!" screamed Mrs. Capulet. "It's him! It must be the murderer's fault!"

"Shut up!" Prince Verona stopped her sharply, "Romeo," he turned to the silent young man and asked, "What happened here? Come and tell the whole story, honestly, Tell me in detail."