There was a time, in the distant past, where two kingdoms stood tall above the rest. Though the kingdoms were great in size, knowledge and philosophy, they were the most bitter rivals; the kingdom to the west, the Kingdom of Red Roses, and the kingdom to the east, the Kingdom of Yellow Roses. The families of the two kingdoms grew to despise eachother, and with their castles built in sight of the other by the border. In the west kingdom, the Kingdom of Red Roses, was born a princess; in the kingdom to the east, the Kingdom of Yellow Roses, a prince was born. This is my 'Romeo and Juliet', the way it should have been told, the way it was forgotten.
In every spring and summer the rose of each realm bloomed full and bright for all to see; though the border between them, the rose petals bloomed white. In the years spent in raising the young prince and princess, the two had never heard of eachother or the rivalry between their families; instead, Vienith and Josephine grew as normal royalty wouldIt was only at the age of six, the two would first meet.
Josephine had often looked out her window to gaze at the white roses; it was only now that she braved to leave her nursemaid and go to them. As playful children often do, she spoke to each rose and picked her favorites for a bouquet. Vienith had braved to go as far on the border with his play sword, chopping at the petals that blew in the breeze. Josephine had kneeled low to continue making her bouquet and had not noticed the strange boy until she turned to stand up. At first, the two seemed shy of eachother, keeping in a silent stare of eachother.
"Hello," Vienith began.
"How do you do?" Josephine curtsied.
"My name is Vienith, of the Yellow Rose."
"I am Josephine of the Red rose, pleased to meet you."
In a short time the two had begun to play and formed a friendship. In the distance, Josephine could hear her nurse maid call for her, obviously worried and in search for her. Vienith looked back to see the guards searching for him.
"I have to go," said Josephine.
"Same here. Do you live in that castle?" Vienith pointed to the castle in the land of Red Roses. Josephine looked and nodded. "I live in that one," he went on, pointing at the castle in the land of Yellow Roses. "My room is that window in the high tower," he pointed.
"My room is in that window," she pointed to the high tower.
"Do you have a spyglass?"
Josephine nodded and began off; she could hear her nursemaid grow more worried in calling for her. Vienith too, left for his kingdom, to the guards that searched for him. Each side embraced the child in warmth and relief, taking them inside.
In the late evening, Josephine took out the spyglass in her room and went to her window. Peeking through it, she saw Vienith looking through his spyglass and waving from his window. Though shy, she waved back. Again they began their games through their windows; each able to see that the other was giggling at it. Though soon their chamber maids came to tuck them into bed. Secretly they knew they would be meeting again in the white roses to play the late morning.
In every spring and summer the rose of each realm bloomed full and bright for all to see; though the border between them, the rose petals bloomed white. In the years spent in raising the young prince and princess, the two had never heard of eachother or the rivalry between their families; instead, Vienith and Josephine grew as normal royalty wouldIt was only at the age of six, the two would first meet.
Josephine had often looked out her window to gaze at the white roses; it was only now that she braved to leave her nursemaid and go to them. As playful children often do, she spoke to each rose and picked her favorites for a bouquet. Vienith had braved to go as far on the border with his play sword, chopping at the petals that blew in the breeze. Josephine had kneeled low to continue making her bouquet and had not noticed the strange boy until she turned to stand up. At first, the two seemed shy of eachother, keeping in a silent stare of eachother.
"Hello," Vienith began.
"How do you do?" Josephine curtsied.
"My name is Vienith, of the Yellow Rose."
"I am Josephine of the Red rose, pleased to meet you."
In a short time the two had begun to play and formed a friendship. In the distance, Josephine could hear her nurse maid call for her, obviously worried and in search for her. Vienith looked back to see the guards searching for him.
"I have to go," said Josephine.
"Same here. Do you live in that castle?" Vienith pointed to the castle in the land of Red Roses. Josephine looked and nodded. "I live in that one," he went on, pointing at the castle in the land of Yellow Roses. "My room is that window in the high tower," he pointed.
"My room is in that window," she pointed to the high tower.
"Do you have a spyglass?"
Josephine nodded and began off; she could hear her nursemaid grow more worried in calling for her. Vienith too, left for his kingdom, to the guards that searched for him. Each side embraced the child in warmth and relief, taking them inside.
In the late evening, Josephine took out the spyglass in her room and went to her window. Peeking through it, she saw Vienith looking through his spyglass and waving from his window. Though shy, she waved back. Again they began their games through their windows; each able to see that the other was giggling at it. Though soon their chamber maids came to tuck them into bed. Secretly they knew they would be meeting again in the white roses to play the late morning.
