Four: Lord Capulet

A great feast was held in Verona tonight, and I am grateful that I was the one who held it. The feast shall be the only thing on everyone's lips for many weeks, and our family shall be held in particularly high esteem for many a fortnight.

The feast itself went fine, though there was one disturbance worthy of note. The young Montague decided to appear uninvited and, had it not been for the Prince's warning to both Lord Montague and myself, I would have punished him severely. Tybalt, however, was not so wise as to remember the Prince's warning. Upon sighting the Montague boy Tybalt promptly lost his temper. That in itself was by no means unexpected – Tybalt is about as calm as Jupiter was faithful – but I do with that he would at least attempt to keep his temper in check.

However, the feast itself went well other than that one incident. Alas though that I was not able to see whether Paris has begun his courting of my daughter. No matter, the two shall marry even if she protests.

The hour grows late. Until we see what tomorrow may bring.