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I had awoken early today to visit the Archdeacon on a matter which was plaguing my mind.

The matter of sanctuary.

I believed that the heathen's who turned to the church simply in the hour of need, did not deserve the right to remain safe in God's house when they constantly divulged in sin.

Unfortunately I needed the Archdeacon's approval and he was being extremely difficult on the subject.

"But Frollo you do not understand-" The Archdeacon began

"Oh I understand perfectly well, however I do not wish for you to keep offering sanctuary to these…" I waved my hand in the air dismissively "Vermin" I finished

"But it is their right-"

"They do not deserve such a right" I said curtly thinking of every other possible task I could be doing besides wasting my breath with this moron.

It was at that moment that a gentle voice interrupted my thunderous thoughts.

"Archdeacon" It chimed as beautiful as a bell of Notre Dame.

I turned to face the owner of such a voice and was greeted with the sight of a young woman so beautiful, for one moment I believed her to be an angel. Yet she was very real and stood nervously before the Archdeacon and myself.

This angel was breathtakingly beautiful with flawless ivory skin heightened by her choice of a pale blue gown. Her eyes however were a blue abyss of innocence that instantly captivated you, except when your eyes wandered to her soft white blonde curls framing her heart shaped face.

"Persephone" The Archdeacon said affectionately "This is Judge Claude Frollo, he was just leaving"

I shot the Archdeacon a loathsome look as he knew that the matter of sanctuary was far from over, before my attention returned to this beauty Persephone, it seemed very fitting somehow that she was named after a goddess.

Persephone's eyes widened slightly at the mention of my name and she hastily curtsied "I am truly sorry, your honour I did not realise it was you"

I smiled at this little beauty amused at her show of reverence toward me "Do not distress yourself I was just discussing with the Archdeacon that he should no longer allow sanctuary in order to keep our Notre Dame pure"

Oddly enough Persephone looked panicked before the Archdeacon took her hand "Don't worry my child I will not allow such a thing to happen" He then smiled triumphantly at me "Persephone is here under sanctuary Frollo"

I paused for a moment in shock. This girl before me looked the very definition of virtue, how could she have possibly committed a crime and let alone run from justice.

My heart hardened toward her, she had deceived me. "What crime have you committed?" I asked her coldly

"None, your honour" She hastily whispered and I saw her limbs begin to shake with fear. This always amused me that they could fear me but not the God they turned their backs to, when he would be the one to judge them in their next life.

"They why do you claim sanctuary?" I posed this question to her slightly intrigued by her answer

"I have been falsely accused" Persephone replied

"Oh what crime?" I asked bored with these minimalistic answer
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"Witchcraft" She choked

I stared at this girl fascinated. She was accused of one of the worst crimes a woman could commit and yet I believed her that she was innocent. I had witnessed dishonesty when the dregs of human kind were brought before me and Persephone was displaying nothing but honesty, her innocent eyes bored into my very soul entreating me.

"I believe you are innocent" I assured her

"You do?" She asked astonished

"Yes I have sentenced many witches and you, my dear are their complete opposite"

"Thank you" Persephone smiled and my heart melted slightly at the warmth she radiated.

"How did you come to be accused of such a heinous crime?" I asked

"Oh my mother was a witch, she was sentenced to death not three days ago by yourself, but a woman who despises me saw my mother's crimes as a way to dispose of me, so she went to your guards and informed them that I had followed in my mother's footsteps. Naturally they came to arrest me and knowing I was innocent I ran to the sanctuary of Notre Dame, knowing that in my innocence God would protect me"

"You poor creature" I said putting my arm around her and escorting her away from the astounded expression of the Archdeacon "I can pardon you if you desire, so you can leave Notre Dame" I asked her whilst I tried to prevent my eyes from lingering on the curve of her breasts.

"That is very kind of you Frollo but unfortunately your guards burned down my home and I have no income to provide for myself" She bit her lip "The only job a girl like me could get would be in a brothel"

I felt alarmed at the prospect of Persephone turning to such a vulgar way of life and my hand on her small shoulder tightened. She should belong to a righteous man alone and not under any circumstances be an object of licentious men's desire.

"No I will not allow you to do such a thing, a delicate flower like you should not turn to such sin"

"You are very kind just as Quasimodo says you are" She said looking up at me with those blue eyes as endless as the sky, it nearly took my breath away.

"You have met him and do not fear him?" I asked quickly to regain my composure

"No he is a gentle soul in need of company, so I graciously thank you for your offer however Notre Dame is my home now and Quasi is my friend"

"Will you not miss your old life?"

"No it was full of sorrow" Persephone breathed

We had unconsciously reached Notre Dame's grand doors. My hand reluctantly released her shoulders, my fingers longing to pull her into the safety of my embrace where no one could ever mistreat her. I quickly chastised my thoughts and took a step away from her.

"This is where we part" Persephone smiled but her eyes betrayed the slightest amount of disappointment.

"It is indeed" I replied before continuing "I will be returning this evening to dine with Quasimodo, perhaps you would like to join us? I can only begin to imagine what rations the church must force upon you"

Persephone giggled and I found myself smiling too.

"I would love that thank you" Persephone smiled "You're not as cruel as everyone says, you pleasantly surprised me Judge Frollo" She turned and walked back toward the Archdeacon who was looking on in shock. I smirked at him and exited Notre Dame.