Roses for Rosalind

My name is Rosie, and unexpectedly, I got on the carriage to Rome.

This must be God's ultimate test for me. I believe that it won't take long for me to be promoted and raise my salary, become the general manager, become the CEO, marry a rich and handsome man, and reach the pinnacle of my life.Hehe, thinking about it this way, I'm still a little excited... what a ghost! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

With a "bang", Rosie slammed her forehead hard on the carriage beams, followed by a second, and a third.The terrified Juliet quickly grabbed her: "Sissy!" She exclaimed, "What are you doing!"

"Don't stop me..." Rosie said with grief and indignation, "Leave me alone! I want to be quiet!"

She quickly finished the next sentence before Juliet could speak: "Don't ask me who Jing Jing is!"

Juliet: ...I didn't mean to ask you this, okay==

"Sissy..." Juliet sighed helplessly at the crazy cousin: "What's wrong with you?"

Like pouring beans, Rosie grabbed Juliet's hand and repeated to Juliet what the baroness had said to her.Juliet patiently listened to Rosie's clueless words, and asked a little strangely: "Isn't this a normal thing? What's the problem?" Her black eyes looked at Rosie's calmly: "We are exactly It was for the same reason that I was invited to Rome."

The Capulet faction has no knights who will be enshrined this year. Originally, they did not need to participate in this tournament.However, the scale of the knight tournament this time was very large, and the Prince of Verona was also required to attend the scene. He also appointed his relative, Count Paris, to accompany him—and as a possible future countess, Juliet (and the Capulet couple) ) were also invited as a matter of course.

"..." Rosie quickly figured out the reason, "...Juliet", she first called out Juliet's name, then pursed her lips uncomfortably, and subconsciously tightened her skirt: "Will you...will marry that Earl of Paris?"

Juliet shook her head without hesitation: "No." A thin layer of blush appeared on her face, and she said shyly but firmly: "I...I already have someone in mind, so I won't marry Lord Paris."

"...If I'm not mistaken, the person you're talking about is the one who danced four dances with you at the dance on Harvest Festival, right? Do you know who he is?" His voice was suddenly terribly dry , Rosie tried hard to swallow a few times, and finally squeezed out a voice from her throat: "...he, he is from the Montague family." Once the most difficult thing is said, the following words will be Instantly becomes easier.Rosie clasped Juliet's hands, and whispered quickly in her ear, "Benvolio, he is Benvolio of the Montagues."

For a moment, Juliet raised her eyebrows, showing an expression of extreme surprise.But then she quickly calmed down again. "So," she let Rosie hold her hand without breaking away, "you already know?"

This time it was Rosie's turn to be surprised.Her eyes were wide open, and she felt that her brain had turned into a lump of paste. She could only stare at Juliet in a daze, without reacting for a long time.

No one spoke in the carriage, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.After a while, Rosie heard her stammering voice: "...you...what do you mean?"

Juliet paused, and reached out to smooth out a wrinkle on the skirt.She opened her mouth, as if she was about to speak, when the speed of the carriage that had been moving forward suddenly slowed down, and finally, it stopped completely.

"My dear ladies," someone said loudly from outside the carriage, "we have arrived at our destination."

"Understood." Juliet replied.She gestured silently to Rosie that they would talk about the subject later.She straightened her clothes, stood up halfway, and pushed the door of the carriage outward.

Glory to Greece, greatness to Rome.

This is a sentence from Ellen's "To Helen". The main meaning is to highly praise the architectural styles of the two.During the more than 400 years of the Roman Empire, due to its extremely strong national strength and slave labor resources, its achievements in architecture once reached its peak.Rome is not only the capital of Italy, but also a world-famous historical city.It is nicknamed the "Eternal City" because of its long history.It can be said that in the hearts of future generations, Rome has become a symbol of a glorious civilization.

Even though night has fallen, it cannot hide even a little bit of the grandeur of Rome.The Colosseum in the distance is brightly lit, and the nearby buildings are magnificent.And compared to the day, Rome at night is more lively.Countless small merchants and peddlers popped up from nowhere. They carried a big cloth bag with them, and some of them pushed carts with all kinds of goods spread out on them.Rough silk flowers, fake badges and small handicrafts abound.Many civilians in ordinary clothes were picking at the stall, comparing two products from time to time; there were also men wearing the uniform of a noble servant of a certain family who obeyed the master's order and took out coins to buy all the goods on the stall—— It usually attracts the owner of the vendor to bow down and thank you and the envious eyes of others.

Even though Rosie had been to Rome before, she still couldn't help being dazzled by the magnificence of Rome.She took a few deep breaths of the cool night air, and was about to jump off the carriage when a hand suddenly appeared in front of her, which made her stunned for a moment.

It was a pair of handsome men's hands, with well-defined joints and slender fingers.Probably because of the long-term use of the sword, the tiger's mouth and knuckles are covered with a thick layer of calluses.But this didn't affect the beauty of the hands, on the contrary, it gave them a bit of masculinity.

Rosie looked forward in the direction of these hands, and beyond the strong arms and slender neck, she saw a handsome and handsome face.The young man's thick brown hair was neatly tied behind his head with a black ribbon, exposing the contours of his face, which looked handsome and clear.The moonlight was particularly attached to him, gently kissing half of his cheek, making his outline look extraordinarily deep, like the lover of the moon god.He looked at Rosie with a smile, and stretched out a hand in her direction, waiting for her to help her up so that he could lead her out of the carriage.

Who is he?

Rosie looked at the man inexplicably.She turned her head to look for Juliet, but found that Juliet got off the carriage with the support of Earl Paris, who had arrived one step ahead of them, and the two were standing together looking up at herself and the young man.Seeing her looking over, Earl Paris raised his eyebrows with a subtle expression.

"Maybe I'm taking the liberty, please forgive me, dear lady." Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, the young man smiled and quickly found a step for Rosie: "I think maybe the Baroness hasn't had time yet." mentioned me to you?"

"...Ah," Rosie realized.She involuntarily raised her left hand to half cover her mouth, and took a half step back: "You are..."

"Arco De Niro." There was a bright smile in his hair-colored eyes.He gently but firmly held Rosie's hand, brought it to his lips, and pressed a kiss lightly: "—I am very happy to serve you, my dear miss."