With Love, From Paris The Blog of Count Paris

Earlier today I went down to the Capulet mansion to speak to Lord Capulet about marrying his daughter, the beautiful Juliet. I think it went significantly well! Lord Capulet had said that if Juliet gives consent to my proposal, then he will grant his blessings and fair words. But, he wants to put off the wedding longer. He believes she is still young, yet I know many young women who are worthy brides and are capable of being a mother. He will give in once he sees how well Juliet and I are together. I do think she will be easy to pursue, since of course, we are perfect for each other. She will fall for me as I will fall even deeper for her. For if she were to love any other man, let my heart stop beating by virtue of the blade of a sword.

Lord Capulet also says that there will be a ball. I plan to charm Juliet there. We will dance with each other and we will fall in love. My Lord believes I will fall for other women at his feast tonight. But he is foolish to think such a thing. Some ladies may fall for my looks and charm, but I only have eyes for Juliet, the most fascinating star in the universe.

"I dare you to let me be your, your one and only / I promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms." -Adele

I have just returned home from the Capulet's feast. I had a wondrous night with my dear Juliet. She and I danced numerous times. I also believe she got quite embarrassed by my charm; she kept avoiding my eye contact. Not long after, she ran away to who knows where.

Thankfully, Lady Capulet told me not to worry, apparently she had looked enchanted by me. Not that I'd have noticed, for I had been gazing into her glistening eyes. I don't mind though. When I am her husband, I will be with her all of the time and we will love each other enough so that she won't have to run away to conceal her feelings. We will straight up confess to each other. Which I know we will do someday at the altar. Saying our vows. In sickness and health, until death do us part...

Today has been a dreadful day for the Capulet family. Juliet's cousin, Tybalt, has been slain. Lord Capulet explained it was some Montague boy. He believes the boy should be put to death. He disagrees with my kinsman, Prince Escalus, who banished the boy from Verona. I must say, it is a terrible thing, death. The next time we see Tybalt we will have met our own ends as well.

My dear Juliet isn't taking it well. She hasn't left her room much since she received word of her cousin's passing. She must have loved him dearly. I do hope Juliet comes down from her room soon enough. As much as I feel empathetic for her, she mustn't wallow in the death of her family. I hope I can fill the void of her heart with my love. Tybalt is tragically dead, but he's in the past. I am alive and willing to give her love she can have and deserve. But she must take her time. A strong love is all that I want for us.

"The ones that love us, never really leave us." -Sirius Black, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Lord Capulet sent for me to come to his house earlier. He had me worried he would call the marriage completely off due to the death of Tybalt. He has surprised me. He stated that Juliet and I were to be wed this Thursday!

My Lord believes that this wedding will bring happiness in this time of pain and despair. He says Juliet will be in compliance with the arrangements. This is like a dream to me. Paris and Juliet. She will be a loving wife and mother. It is everything I've ever wanted. Now, I think I will visit Friar Lawrence's cell. We can discuss the wedding. I'm sure he will be so delighted to hear that he'll be officiating our marriage.

"Take my hand / Take my whole life, too / For I can't help falling in love with you." -Elvis Presley

The day of ultimate anguish is upon me. I wish it were many years from now, but it seems the fates are not in my favor. I had gone to the Capulet's to see my lovely bride the day of our wedding. But, as I walked into Juliet's bedroom with Friar Lawrence, she had long drawn her last breath.

I had hoped for a death of my past life, a death of a life not joined with Juliet. But as it turns out, I had received the death of my only love. My only love who lived among the stars with me. Who now lives as a star shining brightly on her own, now perished. My only love who I longed to be with, now perished. I wish it were not her to die. Oh God, let her walk amongst angels.

"The clouds above will sing." -twenty one pilots
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