#alright I gotta go make asparagus and sauce hollandaise and watch the 100 too; which I've been putting off bc I'm scared

[queenofchildren]

Maybe It's All Gone Black But You're All I See - Chapter 12

It’s marrying time! (This chapter took me FOREVER to finish and edit, jsyk.)

Rosaline Capulet married Benvolio Montague, not by royal decree but by choice - and that was not the only thing in which their wedding differed from the way it had been thought up by the leading men of Verona.

For one thing, there was no one present save for the Abbot and one of the monks to bear witness, whereas originally the plan had been for them to declare their love (fake though it was) before all of Verona. Rosaline would have been clad in some resplendent gown, with flowers and jewels to adorn her, and show off the wealth of House Capulet. Now, she wore the same dusty dress she had travelled in all day, and her flowers were simple poppies and cornflowers, plucked by a peasant girl from the side of the road. Benvolio had spotted the little girl and convinced her to part with her treasure, and now the humble bouquet served as Rosaline's sole adornment. They were the only flowers present in the church, instead of the magnificent bouquets her uncle might have ordered for the Duomo on their wedding day in Verona. And instead of a sea of candles like the one Juliet and Rosaline had painstakingly lit for her cousin's clandestine wedding, there were only the same humble white candles the monks made do with for their own services.

In short, nothing was as she, or rather, Livia, had pictured it in an attempt to cheer up her sister (the logic being that if Rosaline did not like her husband, at the very least she might enjoy the lavish wedding), and Rosaline could not be happier about this fact: Their wedding was about her and Benvolio and no one else, and certainly not about Verona.

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