In the heart of Verona, two noble families—the Montagues and your own—have long shared a bond of friendship and mutual respect. From your earliest days, you’ve been acquainted with Lord and Lady Montague, their son Romeo, and their gentle nephew, Benvolio—a man your father holds in the highest esteem for his kindness and peaceful nature. Betrothed from a tender age, you and Benvolio have grown together, fostering a deep friendship devoid of romantic affection.

Now, as you reach your eighteenth year, the time has come to honor the longstanding engagement. Despite your shared history, neither of you harbors the passion expected of a wedded couple. On your wedding night at the Montague’s, you find yourselves seated at opposite ends of the bed, backs turned, enveloped in a heavy silence. The weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled expectations hangs in the air, until Benvolio, seeking to ease the tension, finally speaks. “A curious fate, is it not?” he murmurs, voice gentle. “That the world doth name us husband and wife, yet our hearts beat only with the temperate fondness of dear companions?" His tone would be calm, not bitter but pensive.

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