Roses for Rosalind

"Mercutio?" Romeo knocked lightly on Mercutio's door three times, opened the door and walked in: "How are you feeling?"

"Romeo?" Mercutio, who was lying on the bed staring at the bed curtain in a daze, recognized his voice, propped his body on his elbows and tried to sit up with difficulty.Perhaps it was because Tybalt had been seriously injured before, although Tybalt hit Mercutio's wound, but luckily the wound was not deep.After being treated by the monks, Mercutio had woken up last night.It's just that I can't get out of bed yet, and I have to rely on the service of others to act.Romeo hurried over to help him up, and stuffed two soft and big pillows into his back: "Thank God, there is someone who can talk." Mercutio enjoyed the other party's love with peace of mind. The servant, leaning on the head of the bed, complained dissatisfiedly to Romeo: "I've been lying on the bed for a whole day. If I continue to lie down like this, my bones will shatter sooner or later."

"This is also a last resort." Romeo said: "It's just a day. You are injured, how can you get better if you don't stay in bed and recuperate?"

"It's not that exaggerated." Although Mercutio's face was still pale, his expression had returned to his usual relaxed expression: "It's just a small injury."

"...you call this a small injury?" Romeo raised an eyebrow and looked at the bandages on his body.

"Yes. What's the problem?" said Mercutio indifferently. "It's not as deep as a well, nor as wide as a door. Isn't it a small injury?"

"... Mercutio, are you sure that the man with such a serious injury is still alive?" said Romeo, "and it seems to me that this 'little injury' as you call it is enough to kill. If the treatment A little later, maybe I will have to go to the grave to see you."

"Okay, shut your crow's mouth and don't curse me." Mercutio said angrily: "It's not all the bad luck caused by you two unlucky families! By the way, Ben Fu Where's Leo?" He stretched his neck and looked behind Romeo: "He didn't come?" He raised his eyebrows: "I still need a few coppers to send the singers on the street, and the injuries on my body are all for He deserves it, fuck he let you come and see me, so he dismissed me?"

"...No, you misunderstood." Romeo pursed his lips unconsciously: "He really wants to come, but he...he can't come."

"Can't come? Why?" Mercutio sneered: "Did he break his arm or his foot?"

"...Neither." For the first time, Romeo found it so difficult to say a short sentence: "Benvolio, he..."

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It was completely dark outside, but there were no gas candles in Miss Anderson's room.Rosie sat alone in the darkness with her knees hugged tightly, frowning tightly, racking her brains to think about possible countermeasures.

She has been thinking here for a whole afternoon, but she still hasn't come up with any results.The plot happened too suddenly, without any warning before, it caught her by surprise.

Elopement is impossible. Benvolio and Juliet, who are born master and lady, have almost zero chance of elopement and successfully getting a good result.Rosie thought about starting from the source of favor between the two families, but this was obviously not feasible.The feud between the Montagues and the Capulets has lasted for more than a hundred years, and even if the cause of the incident has long been forgotten by time, this deep emotion has always been firmly remembered.The children and grandchildren of the two families hate without knowing why, all they know is hatred itself.Just like Tybalt, he has no direct enmity with Romeo, Benvolio, or any member of the Montague family, but the concept passed down from generation to generation has already taken root in his mind Bud, causing him to lose control of himself when he saw Montague, and he had to go up and fight to feel comfortable.Even in the original, Shakespeare failed to think of any good solution.He spent the blood and lives of six people, and what he got in exchange was only a temporary reconciliation between the two families, not the complete elimination of hatred.

Such hatred accumulated from generation to generation cannot be resolved by Rosie alone in just a dozen years.

Secondly, the attitude of Prince Verona himself is also very suspicious.

He has been ruling the city since he received the title, more than 50 years ago.It is absolutely impossible to say that he is completely ignorant of the situation between the Capulets and the Montagues.He is not as humble as Rosie. If he really wants to alleviate the enmity between the two families and keep the two families at least superficially peaceful, he can definitely do it with his identity and status as the Prince of Verona.

But this is not the case.

Therefore, the only explanation is that the prince had no intention of interfering in the matter to this point. It can even be said that he deliberately let it go.

Of course the prince did not want to see the conflict between the two families further intensify, but if the Montague and Capulet families really reconciled as a family, he might not be really happy to see it.It can be said that what the prince hopes is that no matter whether the two families hate each other or the neighbors are harmonious, they must maintain a "degree" that he wants.In this way, he doesn't need the two companies to join forces to make his rule unstable.

If you think about it this way, Earl Paris's proposal to Juliet may not have been completely sincere, and may have benefited from the prince to a large extent.If Juliet agrees to the marriage proposal, then the prince may be able to win the favor of the scared Montague family while winning over Capulet; if Juliet does not agree, then out of guilt and fear, Capulet will naturally ask him A show of favor - no matter what the result is, it will be beneficial to Prince Verona without any harm.

...For so many years, the conflict between the two families has been escalating. Is there a Prince of Verona who is secretly pushing it?

I'm afraid... only the prince himself knows.

How will things develop after today?

After experiencing bloodshed, the hatred between the two families has almost reached a peak.No matter whether it was Capulet or Montague, everyone wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from the other party and completely destroy the other party's family.At this time, no matter who the Prince of Verona throws an olive branch to...

Rosie's back suddenly burst into cold sweat.

If at this time...

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At the same moment, a special guest quietly entered the Capulets' mansion through the small door.

Viscount Capulet dismissed the butler's service, and led the visitor into the study himself.He ordered the servants in the study to go out, leaving only him and the guest, and closed the door tightly again.

"In a hurry, the humble house has no time to prepare more. I am really ashamed that such a thing happened during your rare visit." He personally held a small pot and poured a cup of coffee for the guests. After listening to the other party's opinion, he added some milk to it: "I sincerely hope that this has not affected your mood and health, dear Earl Paris."

Paris' fingers tapped the armrest of the seat rhythmically, and the four fingers kept rising and falling one by one. "You are too humble." He took the porcelain cup from Viscount Capulet, and slowly sipped the liquid in it: "In my opinion, even if His Majesty the King comes in person, the hospitality you can get is nothing more than that. "

Even though it was clear that this was just a polite remark from Paris, Viscount Capulet was obviously relieved: "Thank you for your compliment."

The two chatted for a while, Paris stirred the coffee in the cup, and suddenly pretended to casually say: "Excuse me." The silver spoon tapped lightly on the edge of the cup, making a crisp sound: "Where are your lady and Juliet? Why didn't I see them tonight?"

"Oh..." Viscount Capulet's face was a bit ugly: "Count, I guess you have also heard about the... accident that happened when the dormitory came in?" Willing to mention it again.

Paris nodded slightly, and continued to tap his fingers on the armrest in an orderly manner: "I heard a little bit." He said.

"Then you must also know that the injured Tybalt came from my wife's mother's family, and he is also the first heir of their family." Viscount Capulet said: "My wife was too worried. My nephew's injury is too much to come out to see you. As for the little girl...it happened too suddenly, we haven't had time to enlighten the little girl. You may not know, the relationship between her and her cousin The relationship is also very good. The whole day today, she stayed in the room she was in... To be honest, I actually like this nephew very much, he is a very brave person, but it's a pity... Sigh!" Speaking of this, Viscount Capulet finally couldn't help sighing heavily: "Forget it, life is inevitable, so we don't need to talk about him anymore."

"I'm very sorry for what happened to you."

"Oh." Capulet waved his hand, signaling them not to continue this topic. "If you want to see Juliet, I can send someone to bring her down," he said.

"No, there's no need." Unexpectedly, Earl Paris refused. "It's very late now. If she followed the normal ladies' schedule, she would have already gone to bed by this time. What's more, she is still full of sorrow tonight, so I won't bother her."

"..." Viscount Capulet sighed again: "I don't know how to thank you for your understanding."

"Please don't rush to say that." Earl Paris took another sip of coffee in his cup slowly: "Perhaps I did this for some other purpose?"

"Then what is your purpose?" Viscount Capulet couldn't help asking.

"Maybe it's too presumptuous for me to come here to propose marriage when you are sad." Earl Paris gently put down the cup in his hand: "But, uncle, for my proposal before the Harvest Festival , can I get a definite answer now?"