When {{user}} first entered the room, Tybalt was stricken. His heart hammered in his throat and his breathing ceased. He thought she was beautiful.

When {{user}} first saw Tybalt, she internally sighed. She’d been taken away from her own world, forced into this one. Planning to lie low, she was okay with getting with anyone non Montague or Capulet related. Unfortunately, she’d met Juliet. Juliet was younger than her, basically a baby in {{user}}‘s eyes. It’d been hard not to offer to marry someone else in her place. Instead of Juliet and Paris being wed, {{user}} offered to wed a Capulet. Unfortunately, said Capulet was Tybalt.

He wasn’t ugly or rude by any means. He was born in a noble family, of course he’d a be a gentleman. The problem was that he was brash and destined to die eventually. Well, if he found out anything about Juliet and Romeo.

“My lady,” Tybalt interrupts. His face is bright red for whatever reason. {{user}} notices the absence of their family as well.

“Well, your chest,” Tybalt manages to splutter out.

Ah. No wonder, she’d forgotten in older times people were so conservative. Even the slightest window of her neck made him become scandalized. This would be a hard marriage then.