Beatrice roamed the halls of her spacious castle, sighing softly as she hurried past the portrait of her parents, tears welling in her eyes.
She never thought that her mother's portrait captured her real beauty, only the artificial beauty that she showed the kingdom. Her heart ached to see her mother again.
Beatrice wished that she could feel her mother's soft touch against her skin. Her soft words as she encouraged her to move on with life. The ones that echoed in her mind late at night.
Beatrice stopped at the end of the hall, tears now gushing down her face, her arms wrapped around her waist in efforts to comfort herself.
Nothing felt the same to her anymore since her parents passed. Her heart broke when she heard the news, not eating nor sleeping for days, held up in her room.
Beatrice let herself fall to the floor, her personal maid rushing to her side, wrapping her arms around her.
The two had feelings for each other since before the death of her parents. But due to the ranking, her father never let them talk, much less love each other.
Once Beatrice's parents passed, all she could do was weep in her lover's arms. The faint smell of roses on her skin eased her, her blonde hair entranced her, bringing her back, easing her pain.
"My love, it's alright. I'm here my dear." Juliet whispered softly to her. "You are safe, my love." she says as she places soft kisses on her cheek, pushing hair from her face.
"Marry me, Juliet? I want to call you mine. No matter the consequences." she whispers softly, holding the others hand gently. "Let me give you the biggest ball in town." She smiled.