The Minister's Daughter

by Ladydoma

Disclaimer: I own only a few characters. Isabelle Frollo, and a couple others. Also I do not own the lyrics. Please read and review.

Are you ready maybe are you willing to run. Are you ready to let yourself drown. Are you holding your breath. Are you ready or not. Are you ready maybe do you long to confess. Do you feel that you're already numb .Are you sure of yourself .Would you lie if you're not .You tire me out don't want to let that happen
A secret scream so loud why did you let that happen. .So put your arms around me. You let me believe that you were someone else .Cause only time can take you
So let me believe that I am someone else .Maybe are you ready to break.Do you think that I push you too far .Would you open yourself .Are you reckless or not
You tire me out don't want to let that happen. A secret scream so loud why did you let that happen. So put your arms around me.So put your arms around me
Make me believe.Take me, take me somewhere, somewhere Let me believe because only time can take you so stop.- Texas" Put your Arms Around me"

Chapter one: Child in the Market place

Father always tried to brain wash me with harsh words about the gypsy people. As a child, I might have listened. I really don't remember though. Half my childhood nearly ended as at the age of three I became a big sister to a boy, whom father had adopted as his own son. Quasimodo was his name. The name meant half formed. I found that a bit too litteral.According to father, this boy was very mishapen. I had to see for myself. Sure enough, he had a hump, one protruding brow, a pig like nose. He seemed like monster, though Quasi and myself always got along easily. I got to see him once a day, when father went to him.

One day seemed a bit how should I say interesting. Whilst father was up in the bell tower, with my adopted now twenty year old brother I thought about going to confession, but I lied to father about that one. Forgive me, my name is Isabelle Frollo. I am twenty three. I have long wavey auburn crimson hair and have green eyes.I dress differently from normal women, just a long skirt and a sleeveless shirt.Except duing the winter. I try to act Catholic for father, but I'd rather be my own person. He rarely lets any man court me. My interest in men is quite different from what he would want me to like. For example I've known of this young man, a gypsy. He is a story teller in the town square mostly. He tells stories to the children. I never saw his face till later. As he always wore a mask over his eyes and nose. He had black hair and a black goatee. If you ask me, that is damn sexy. If father ever heard those words from my mouth, he'd most likely nail me to a cross, only because this man I like is a gypsy.

Once as a child during one of my lessons of the alphabet. Quasimodo said everything right, but for the letter D, I said devil. And father knew I was directing it towards him. He smacked me in the back of the head with a ruler or something like that, I know his intention was not to harm me, but he had to call in a doctor as the back of my head began to bleed. I had to get stitches. He felt so guilty after that, he has been less old fashioned with his punishments. And just resorted into sending me to the corner, spankings, and locking me in my room for days on end. At least he left me alone.

Soon after that, I was wondering around the market. I saw a little peasant girl. She had running from someone. She held a peach close to her chest. She ran right into me. "Are you alright?" I asked her.

"You have to help me, please. They're after me!" She said.

I lifted an eye brow and looked in the direction she had came. Sure enough, guards were running towards her." Quick. Get behind me. " I said. The guards reached us. " Good afternoon gentlemen." I began sweetly. Though I hated these guys.

" That girl!" One shouted. Curtly ignoring me.

I glanced back down at the girl." Yes? What of her?"

" That little insolent cure has stolen from the fruit stand!" One said.

I smiled and began to laugh," Oh...,ahahahahaha..."

" Whats so funny, Madam Frollo?"

" Well, gentlemen, see I sent her to get me a peach...I must have accidently forgot to give her the money." I said and reached in my purse." Please give this to the fruit stand worker...guy..." I said" And something little for your trouble." Then I looked back down at the little girl, who just stared perplexed at me." Thank you so much sweety." I handed her three silver coins. And winked at her as I gently slipped the peached from her hands. She knew somehow I would give it back to her.

Thankfully guards did not stay a moment longer. I rolled my eyes and knelt down and gave her back the peach," Now then...did you steal this?" I asked.

She looked away from me then nodded slowly." I am sorry Miss Frollo, but I was hungry." She said softly. Blushing.

" Please, call me Isabelle. And why not ask your mother or father for money if you so badly wanted a peach?" I asked.

"I don't have a mother or father. They died. I travel you see. "

" Alone?" She nodded in responce. I thought for a moment. And smiled." Whats your name?"

" Jaqueline." She said.

" Do you want a sister Jaqueline?" I asked her.

She smiled." Very much so." She said happily. I knew father would not approve of this, but if he was willing to adopt a gypsie's baby as a son, then perhaps one more orphan would not hurt.

" Alright then, Jaqueline. Let us go meet your new fa..." I trailed off suddenly then bit my lower lip." on second thought,lets first meet your new brother." I said.

Jaqueline smiled and threw her arms around me. I hugged her back. I stood, straightening my long dark brown shirt and adjested my white silk tanktop. " Come on then, Jaqueline" I said as she bit into her peach. We walked together around the market place. She eyed the baker's shop and the fisherman's stand. " Would you like something from the bakery?" I asked her.

She smiled toothly. "Yes please. Thank you so much Isabelle." She said. So I bought her a chocolate eclair. Something I usually buy for myself anyway.She seemed to enjoy it. We headed towards Notredame, where my brother lived. For some reason father believed Quasimodo should not be seen by judging eyes. I just went along with him. Afterall Claude Frollo was my father. At least twenty five percent of the time I have to obey him. The other seventy five percent... I'm myself. Like mother before she died.

" So whats brother like?" Jaqueline asked me.

I paused right outside the cathedral. I had not thought of how she would react with Quasi.Hopefully she would not really understand. And judge him not. Because despite his monster like features, Quasi was far from monsterous. His personality was wonderful. I held my breath and opened the doors to the cathdral. Father stood right there. Looking at me," You were suppose to be at confession." He began, glaring at me with his evil blue eyes( in the movie they never show the color of his eyes, so I made it up.)

I smiled innocently." I..."

" Are you my new father?" Jaqueline asked. Abruptly throwing her arms around his waist.

" Isabelle who is this lunatic?" He asked me with disdain.

I smiled again, and then bit my lower lip." Father..this is Jaqueline...she is your new daughter." I said nervously.

Authoress note: Wow! What will Frollo do now? Will he say yes? Or will he cruelly send Jaqueline away and then even his own Daughter? And who is this mysterous man Isabelle has her sights on? Its an amzing fairy tale ahead.