Juliet looks at her balcony from her room, wondering when will she be seeing Prince Dante again.

Two months passed since his courtship, and she loved every single day of it. Prince Dante was a romantic gentleman who only thought of what was best for Juliet.

The woman had tons of courtship from different men in the past, yet not one of them exceeded her expectation until she met Prince Romeo. He was not like any other men. Heck, he was better and much more kind than the Capulet men and that enough says something. Prince Dante did not objectify her in how a woman should be. He let's her speak her mind. Even her thoughts of what she thinks of the country and the kingdom, and what she believed should be changed to make Verona a better place.

The prince listened to all her thoughts. He smiled and was amused at how strong her character was, and that was the very thing he admired about the woman. Juliet was like no other woman he'd encountered. He dared not to compare her to any woman because Juliet Capulet is one of a kind. Too bad things had to go to a different turn for the both of them, he thought.

A soft knock was made on the door. "Come in." Juliet announces.

In came small footsteps in her big room. She turns to see it was Nancy. "Good evening, my Juliet. How is your night coming along?" The old woman asks with a smile on her face. She had a cup of hot chocolate milk on her hand and gave it to Juliet.

Juliet gladly accepts her favorite drink, kissing her mother Nancy on the forehead. "Thank you, Nanc. My night is alright." She shrugs.

"Mhmm." Nancy raises a brow at the child.

"What?"

"Something is obviously bothering you. What is it my child?"

Juliet stays silent for a few seconds. "I just... I havent heard from Prince Dante in a while. I'm kind of worried that he may have lost interest in me, you know?" She stares at her hot coco.

Nancy looks at Juliet. If only you knew who he truly is. She thought. "Maybe he is going through some stuff at the palace? I mean, he is the Prince after all." She grips her shoulder reassuringly.

Juliet smiles at the old woman who raised her. "Thank you Nancy. I don't know what I would do without you."

Nancy returns the smile until she remembers something. "Oh, what happened to the bar you were working in?"

Juliet's expression turns grim when she remembers what happened that night. She explains Nancy everything that happened. From meeting Prince Dante so suddenly at the bar (minus their erotic moment), to Raena finding out about her true identity, to nearly beating the shit out of her. Nancy's expression was in shock then soon turns to amusement. She always knew that Juliet had a fighting spirit in her. It ran in the Capulet blood after all, but God blessed this family with a very kind hearted, non superficial child. She is not just a spitting image of the late Lady Juliet Capulet, but she also had her heart.

Nancy had been with the family since she was just a child. Her parents served Lord Alejandro and she continued to do the service after their passing. She knew the dark secrets of the family starting with poor late Lady Capulet and the abuse she had experienced while being married into such cruel family. It broke her heart knowing that she couldn't do anything to help the woman.

The late mistress held nothing but sadness in her eyes during her stay in the old Capulet mansion. The only time she would see light in them was when she would lay her eyes Lord Montague, her true love.

"Nancy." Juliet interrupts her sad thoughts. Nancy shakes it off and looks at Juliet who was staring at her with curiosity.

"Yes, my child?" Nancy asks.

"You seem so far away. Is something wrong?" Juliet asks with obvious worry in her voice.

"No. It's nothing, really." They both remained in an awkward silence until, "Juliet, my child. Do you love Prince Dante?"

Juliet was appalled with her sudden question and all she could do is smile. "I believe so."

"Why do you believe so?"

"Well, for starters, Prince Dante isn't like the other men that courted me in the past. He is wonderful. He is a gentleman. He sees me for me, not because I am a Capulet."

"How much do you know about the Prince? Does he tell you everything? Or does it seem he keeps secrets from you?"

"Why are you asking all these questions as if you know something that I don't, Nancy?" There goes the Capulet temper. Nancy thought to herself.

"I just need assurance that I can trust Ro- Prince Dante." She answers Juliet. She had a sudden fright as she nearly slipped the Prince's true identity.

"Why do you need assurance? The Prince has been nothing but kind. There is nothing to worry about, Nancy." She says, trying to control her impatience and the annoyance she was feeling towards the woman she loved since birth.

"You've only known the Prince for two months. You know nothing of who he truly is besides how he treats you outside the palace gates. What if he is cruel with malicious thoughts, Juliet?" Nancy tries to take a deep breath. "I... I am just looking after you, my child. I don't want you getting hurt. Yes, the way he treats you is wonderful. But I have seen many different types of love during my lifetime, but I also believe that you shouldn't rush these feelings."

Juliet grits her teeth. She loved Nancy, but who she chooses to love is none of her business. "I am fine, Nancy." Her hands started to shake due to her temper with the cup still on her hands. "Now, please leave me. I need some time to myself." She tells the old woman, giving her back the now cold chocolate drink.

Nancy grabs the drink and leaves the room, but before she could leave she turns to Juliet with sad eyes. She blinks away the tears that wanted to escape. She has never had an argument with Juliet before and it broke her heart realizing that the child she raised is kicking her out. "Please Nancy. Get out of my room." Juliet says one final warning and off Nancy goes.

As her bedroom door shuts, Juliet couldn't help but cry. She knew what she did was wrong, but it was for the best that Nancy leaves or else her temper would've taken over.

Her sadness was instantly replaced with excitement when a message appeared in her phone. She unlocks it and sees a message from no other than Prince Dante himself.

Hey beautiful. I'm sorry that I haven't been in contact with you for a while. It's been hectic here at the palace. -Prince Dante

Hi. It's fine. I thought you've replaced me with a much better woman. :( -Juliet

You're overreacting. Lol. But why would I replace you, my goddess? -Prince Dante

You'll never know. -Juliet

Don't belittle yourself, Juliet. Look out your balcony.- Prince Dante

Juliet was shocked with the last message the Prince sent her. She quickly went out of her room and into her balcony. She looks down to see the very Prince himself. Her heart fluttered and her face turning into a red tomato. She couldn't believe that the man is just right down the below.

Juliet calls the Prince with her cellphone. He felt his phone vibrate and answered the call. "Hey, beautiful."

"Are you crazy, Dante?! The guards might see you! What if they mistaken you as a robber or something?!" She hissed in whisper.

The prince chuckled. He found her quite cute on her shocked and terrified reaction. Her reaction made him excited to eat her up. "Don't worry, my goddess. But if I was inconspicuous enough to pass the guards, then it will also be enough for me to sneak into your room."

Juliet felt a throb in her core and excitement in her stomach. This is the first time she's sneaking someone inside her room, let alone a man. It made her extremely excited. She bit her lower lip causing Romeo to get turned on with such a small gesture. "Okay. Just wait. Let me quickly lock the door." She quietly runs to her door. She sticks her head out to see if the coast is clear, quietly closes it shut, and locks it. She plays with the knob a bit to make sure that it is securely locked. She smiles in satisfaction and turns around to go back to her balcony only for the sexy devil himself to appear right behind her.

Juliet was about to scream, but the Prince pulls her close and kisses her lips. Juliet couldn't help but melt in his arms. She missed the heat between them, the smell of his cologne, and the kiss they share when they're together.

"I missed you." The prince told her as he groaned in every kisses he gave her. Little did she know the so called Prince had other plans for the poor young woman.