Lotte's grimace only became worse with each set of lines. It wasn't like that, she told herself. Bran wasn't Erik, he'd shown her that - he acted different and hadn't wanted anything to do with her...she didn't have to pay attention to the words. Even if they were possibly the worst verses that could be said. Fidgetting on the balcony, she got through Juliet's lines stumbling slightly over them. She looked at the top of his head, rather than his eyes or face, too awkward with the meaning to attempt eye-contact.
Finally, she got to the point where she though she could leave and said, "Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed, if that they bent of love be honorable. Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, by one that I'll procure to come to thee..." She bit her lip, forgetting the words before rushing with, "And follow thee my lord throughout the world." At what point could they be done? She moved towards the stairs, hopefully.