A LOVE WRITTEN IN ERROR

CHAPTER 5: ROMEO'S RESTLESS HEART

"Juliet... Your so tough" Romeo whispered to her ear.

"Tougher than your... Ahh!!" Juliet cannot complete her words, because of her mind now that is full of lust. She feels the pain, but it also satisfies her longing, her constant desire to connect with him. No matter what she tries, she just can't seem to control it... not now.

The same with Romeo, he felt hot below. He knew it had become hardened enough by pushing and pulling it to catch Juliet's fantasy. He inhaled her breath and bit her lips at the same time. His sweat started to engage as he continued to give her a smack kiss on her neck.

Juliet becomes wild now while listening to Romeo's sweet voices of moaning. The pain becomes sweet in her ear, the struggle of her legs is become a sugar in her tongue.

"Romeo.." she hissed.

"Juliet..." he called when finally got his climax.

Time seemed to fold in on itself. As if the City Therona faded, the world beyond the balcony ceased to exist. Only their shared breaths, racing hearts, and the softness of the moans make them screamed. The kiss deepened, slow and intoxicating, until it felt as if the universe had shrunk to the space between them.

When they finally pulled away, Juliet rested her forehead against his chest, breathing in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Romeo…” she whispered, voice trembling with delight and wonder, “I think… I could stay like this forever.”

“And I,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I would not let the whole world fall apart around us, if it meant holding you. Forever...”

For a long while, they remained there, wrapped in silence, and the sweet new ache of first love.

There was a moment of silence, weighted with everything they could not say. The city around them was quiet, as if it had paused to listen. Romeo’s heart thudded painfully in his chest, a rhythm he could not control, a reminder that he was alive and dangerously falling in love.

Romeo ordered the two guards to take a break now, but the truth is, he just find a way to hide Juliet and bring her on the safest place, where no one can see him talking to someone, inside the village.

“I keep thinking about the council,” he said at last, breaking the stillness. “About how… easy it could have gone wrong.”

Juliet nodded. “It’s not over,” she said. “A ceasefire doesn’t erase centuries of hatred. Every glance, every word, could spark a fight. And we are standing in the middle of it.”

Romeo exhaled, his eyes tracing the dark curves of the river below. “I know,” he murmured. “And yet… when I saw you there, in the chamber… I didn’t think of my father, or my uncle, or the north side’s pride. I thought… I think only about you..."

Juliet caught her breath quickly. She looked away, toward the city, toward nothing, trying to hide the blush that had crept to her cheeks. “That is… dangerous,” she said softly. “Even to think such things.”

He stepped closer, a cautious yet inevitable pull drawing him toward her. “Dangerous is the only life I’ve ever known with you,” he said. “Yet somehow, you make me wish for something else. Something… different.”

Juliet’s hands twitched at her sides, the restraint she had been taught battling the stirrings of something more human. “Romeo… you speak of impossible things.”

“Then let’s be impossible together,” he said, almost a whisper. His dark eyes starring at hers, as if he could see every fear, every doubt, every longing she had buried beneath from those years of obedience.

As the wind increased, it tugged at their cloaks and carried the subtle smell of the rain-soaked streets and the river. It was the ideal place for confessions that dared not be made during the day.

Juliet's mind is now racing in deep thoughts.. Every instinct told her to step back, to return to her walls of discipline, to remember that she was a Calluete, and he a Mondragon, and that Therona city demanded loyalty to this family above all else. Yet every instinct also told her to stay, to lean toward him, to explore the unspoken connection that had sparked in the council chamber.

“I don’t know if I can,” she admitted finally.

“Then let me be patient,” he said, surprising even himself. “I will wait. I do not care for a day, a week, a month. If it takes a lifetime, I will wait for you, Juliet.”

Her eyes met his, wide and searching. The honesty, the depth of feeling, stunned her. “Romeo… I..."

Before she could finish, a distant shout ripped through the night. Torches flared on the streets below. A patrol had encountered a group of Calluete merchants crossing too near the northern walls.

Romeo cursed under his breath. “It never ends, does it?”

“No,” Juliet said quietly, stepping back from the bridge “It never ends.”

He followed her gaze to the chaos below. Guards shouting, merchants running, a clash of arms and anger. The reality of Therona, the city built on blood, crashed their moment.

Romeo gritted his teeth. “And yet, I cannot stop thinking of you.”

Juliet’s voice softened. “Then your heart is foolish, Romeo Mondragon. And yet, perhaps that is why we are still alive.”

They stood there together, on the edge of the bridge as rain began to fall again. Cold drops stung their faces, ran down to their cloaks, and poured along the ground. And still, neither one of them moved to leave. The world below was started on chaos, but above of it, the moonlight attached the two shadow, where they were alone.

Romeo felt that he could exist from the outside of the cycle, outside the hatred that defined Therona city.. And for the first time, Juliet felt that the life she had been taught to lead, one of discipline and obedience, could contain more than duty.

“I wish,” Romeo said, “that we could step off this bridge and leave everything behind.”

Juliet turned to him, searching his face. “And go where?”

“Anywhere but here,” he replied. “ To anywhere that doesn’t know our names, our families, or the city’s grudges. Anywhere that doesn’t demand hate, to each other"

Juliet looked out over the city one last time... to the flickering lights, to the dark river that flow endlessly. “I don’t know if there is such an existing place,” she said softly.

“Then we will create it,” he said, carefully taking her hand. “Even if only for a moment.”

A wind gusted, carrying the distant sound of thunder. Romeo felt it in his heart, a reminder that the world around them could destroy them in any second. Yet he did not let go of her hand. As the same with Juliet who did not pull away.

For a few stolen minutes, they were not heirs of warring houses. They were not defined by blood or history. They were simply Romeo and Juliet, daring to dream of a world beyond Therona’s hatred, changing to love and peace.

And yet, deep in both their hearts, they knew the truth, the city would not forget. Therona would demand its price, and the restless hearts of its heirs would soon be tested in ways that neither love nor courage could prepare them for.

Romeo looked down at her hand in his, then up at her eyes, and whispered, “Whatever happens, I will not let this relationship end.”

Juliet’s response was a breath, a promise, and a warning all at once. “Then we must be ready, Romeo. Because Therona's law does not forgive… and it never sleeps.”

After he hears it. Romeo Mondragon’s restless heart would be tested as it had never been happen before.