Seek Happy Nights to Happy Days

"Bound for the prize of all too precious you."

February 4th

What Say You to My Suit?

"Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie."

January 28th

Anne drummed her fingers against her thigh. It had been snowing in Verona for nearly two days, trapping everyone inside her uncle's house. She wasn't a lover of the outdoors by any means, and she couldn't find any fault with the house itself. It was much finer to Anne's eye than her cousin's house, where they had stayed from summer until Christmas. If she had to admit to it, the real trouble was being trapped in the house with her mother. Lady Catherine de Bourgh was not in the habit of brooking disappointment, and their journey to the capital was in danger of being an immense one. The original plan had been to return home after her cousin's wedding, which was now only a week away. Time was running out. Being snowbound at Fitzwilliam House would be a dream to her back in lonely, dreary Varainsee. 

There was really only one thing to do. She needed a husband to anchor her here. Anne didn't think she should have to do it, but it was the only plan she had. Either she lowered herself or she went home with her mother. 

Till We Can Clear These Ambiguities

"When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks."

January 4, 1519

For some of the Montague family, life had taken a turn for the better. Benedick was relieved to know he was going to the Académie. Quite enjoying his new status, Antonio was never seen without a puffed up chest. Beatrice's attitude had improved dramatically once she heard a certain odious wedding would no longer eclipse her birthday. It had even prompted her to vow to never mention the matter again, and she was finding life was much more pleasant this way. She was the star of the birthday celebration she was sharing with her twin.

Death and Night

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"Art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation?"

You Do Protest

"They breathe truth that breathe their words in pain."

December 27th

The purging was progressing well, or so Georgiana had been told. While her mother and Juliette were always at the bedside, Georgiana was anywhere else, constantly in search of a few minutes of quiet. Capulet Manor had grown into the largest house in the duchy over the generations, but it felt impossibly cramped to her. Arguments popped up almost hourly. The house guards were on patrol in the corridors at all hours, the Ducal Guards were coming in and out frequently to consult with the family. Occasionally, some peace was to be found in the chapel, but her last visit had nearly dumped Georgiana into a womanly discussion between Lady Capulet and her sister. She was grateful to have bumped into Hermia during her retreat.