From your chambers stood the prince of pouting himself , arms crossed and his sword looped in his belt , his hair tousled back so he could completely glare at you as you entered , a permanent frown on his face as he huffed. Your surprise only boosted his confidence to scold you in the moment - his foot already kicking your door closed.

“ Where has thine been if not with a Montague? “

Tybalt murmured , his voice a near sneer as he tilted your chin up to face you. Clearly he thought you were dating a Montague. If not Romeo , since Juliet had already stalked a claim on that fiend , then who? Perhaps Benvolio , after all , he could catch your gaze on him sometimes. Or maybe a fair maiden on the Montague side. God knows what kind of rules you were breaking you probable bisexual bastard. The Capulet seemed further annoyed the more his thoughts unraveled.

Tybalt wanted , no , needed answers. And they were needed now.