What is Your Will?

"Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt."

July 1st

July had dawned warm and sunny in Verona. Even Montague Court was brighter and lighter in the glow of summer, when the scent of flowers wafted through every wood-latticed window. Still, Beatrice had been glad to wake up to a day when she had somewhere else to be. Her joy had only increased to hear that her father was 'indisposed' and would be staying at home with her grandmother and her grandmother's ladies-in-waiting. Paulina and Mercutio's party would be so much more pleasant without the chill between the Montague men spoiling the summer warmth.

But, once she arrived with her aunt and brother, Beatrice felt a touch overwhelmed by the crowd on the terrace. She wandered out onto the grass and advantageously positioned herself beside a lush, green fruit tree. From here, she could watch everyone and, she hoped, notice when the person she most wanted to see arrived.

Think of Marriage Now

"My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour."

December 3rd

Bianca awoke to a winter sunrise peeking around the drapes. It was the same light, the same room, the same drapes with which she had lived most of her life. Long ago, the room had been the nursery. When her brothers outgrew the nursery, they had been given larger, better quarters. When Bianca outgrew the nursery, her parents refurnished it. At the time, she didn't see it as an insult. Claudio would always live at Montague Court, and Antonio might live and die there as well. She would leave the house forever when she married.

Now is the Mad Blood Stirring

"Delays have dangerous ends."

June 27th

On another day, watching Romeo spar with Benedick might have been amusing. Romeo was slim and fast, with an almost supernatural ability to lean and thrust at odd angles. He was a challenging opponent for his brother when Romeo could be bothered to practice. Benedick's form was also heavily reliant on leaning - as a means of survival. At sixteen, he fought like a novice, swinging his sword like a baby with a toy. Once or twice, by pure luck, he had beat Romeo back. He had spent the rest of the exercise avoiding a friendly flaying.

The Children of an Idle Brain

"Speak less than thou knowest... learn more than thou trowest."

April 19th

As Soon Moved to be Moody

"What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?"

April 4th 

Fitzwilliam Darcy's 21st Birthday

Bianca Montague was almost completely pleased with her evening so far.