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His body was bruised and tired from the constant training (The General did not make things easy), but the voices in his head started to fade. Then one day... A letter crossed the borders and entered the King's abode. It was sent straight to Caesar's room, but his son received it. Julius did not intend to temper with the note, but curiosity got the best of him. 'You're not going to let your new father read that, are you? Know what it says first.' The voices returned. 'Quick! Take it before it's too late.' Julius hissed, squinting at the noise in his head. His conscience agreed with the voices, so he tucked the note in his robes just before Caesar came out in his hunting gear.

– Julius, how can you handle this? Julius laughs. He picks up his son and gets up. - I confess that I don't even hear it. Happiness made me deaf. Baltazar laughs at his mate's frustrated face. - I was looking for you. – he says to Julius. - My? What's up? – he asks, passing Ricky to Romeo. - Read this. Baltazar passes Julius the sheet he had printed, and he starts reading. He looks up at Baltazar, surprised. - What is it? – Romeo asks.

I smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'm feeling pumped! Let's do this!" Roy grinned. "Thats the spirit. Now, pick a play so we can start practicing." I nodded, my eyes returning to the book. I flipped through the pages, inspecting each play carefully. I flipped the page again, and my eyes landed on it. "This," I said, jabbing a finger to the paper. Roy looked at the book and his eyes brightened. "Romeo and Juliet? That's a good choice."

Renaud stood to my right. Too close for strategy. Close enough for steadiness. He said nothing about it. Good. Julien untied the cloth wrap with careful fingers and began arranging the pages in order. Original birth extract. Amendment order. Ledger note. My mother’s handwritten sheet. The claim annotation. The chamber copy list.

And there, off to the side, set apart from these two, was another large circular structure—although this one looked different from the others, classier. "Come see the new Will Shakespeare play in the new Globe Theatre!" yelled out a passing boy, holding a stack of pamphlets. He walked right up to Caitlin, and shoved a pamphlet into her hands. She looked down and it read: “the new play by William Shakespeare: The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet.” "Will you come, Miss?" the boy asked. "It's his new play, and it's going to be performed for the first time in this brand-new theater: the Globe.”

What other feeling compares to the feeling of good news shared over a moment of lovemaking? This is exactly how Lucien planned it to be. This is how it is meant to be. Juliet hastily snatches the document from him. She rolls onto her stomach and flicks on the lamp stand. As soon as the light comes on, she rips open the document and carefully reads through it, giving it all her attention. By the time she's done, tears are streaming down her cheeks and she is shuddering.

The door opened at my second knock. “You need something?” He asked. He was still in his silk pajama set and his hair was curled and disheveled. He stepped aside for me to walk in. “This.” I lifted the paper. “I found it in my room. Is-is this real?” “I’m sure you can read, Ophelia.” “How did you get Julius to sign this?” He strode to his bed and gathered the countless papers that lay on it, arranging them carefully. “I have my ways.”

"But you won't." Cassio laughed, a booming sound that drowned out the wind. "You're pulling threats out of an empty purse, girl. Give me the ledger, or I'll order the boy dropped into the dark water right now." Julia didn't slide the book. Instead, she opened her hand and let the fake ledger drop directly into a puddle at her feet, the pages instantly soaking through with dirty rainwater. Cassio’s smile vanished. "What is the meaning of this?"

The theater had a flat stage and stadium seats, the catwalk was painted black to blend in while all the ushers were wearing some type of red shirt. They handed off their tickets to one of the ushers, getting playbills in exchange as they headed up to their seats. “Drunk Romeo and Juliet?” Eleonore read the playbill, holding back her laughter. “A tragedy turned into a comedy, though only one actor will be truly drunk instead of acting. I thought you’d enjoy the humor of it all.” “It’ll certainly be interesting, I’ve only ever read Shakespeare, so it’ll definitely be a new experience.” “You’ve never been to the theater?”

We hear Caesar quietly exit. “It’s me boy!” Julius yells from outside nervously. Caesar growls a warning. “This is Ben, he’s with me.” Caesar isn’t stupid and he’s a loyal mommas boy. He howls to me asking what I want him to do. I yell through the window. “Caesar, we have not invited them over. I do not wish for you to hurt them but give them a warning that they are not welcome.” I command “What!?” Julius says and then Caesar drags him from his pant leg across the yard then makes his way to Ben and does the same. They are screaming.