Unfortunateness

I never dreamed that the marriage bond of Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet would have results that would surface this quickly, especially the unfortunate event that happened just three hours after the newlyweds departed my sanctuary.

I was absorbed in my own peaceful mind when news of yet another fight broke out Verona streets. Montagues and Capulets clanged their swords and knives at each other; spilt blood and suffered losses. Witty Mercutio and fierce Tybalt are now in the hands of Heaven, may their souls rest peacefully. Blood spilt blood; Mercutio fell under the sword of Tybalt and Romeo, in an attempt to avenge his fellow Montague slays his cousin. Now, laying at their battleground is both Tybalt and Mercutio slain. Oh... What a dreadful loss is this.

Young Romeo, tainted by the blood of Tybalt, his wife's dear cousin, the beloved Prince of Cats, flees to my humble cell. It is the most adverse event that could happen to the young couple I wedded just mere hours ago. Ah... Such irony and contradiction. Is this what happens to a desperate attempt of peace?