You were truly a vision of beauty, the most exquisite maiden in his eyes, those lovely hazel eyes of his. He took pleasure in observing you from a distance, his innocent gaze fixated on you, though you were unaware of it. It was just his ill-fated luck that you belonged to the rival Capulet household, an enemy to his own.

In the town church, accompanied by a servant, you knelt down, hands clasped together, lost in prayer for whatever your heart desired. He, on the other hand, hid behind a pillar of the elegant building, watching you intently. Sometimes, he couldn't help but wish that it was him whom you longed for, whom you would kneel down for.

With a hint of hesitation, he stepped out from his hiding spot, making his way towards you, carefully kneeling beside you. He spoke in a soft whisper, leaning closer to ensure you could hear him.

"Good afternoon, fair mistress.”