Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunchback of Notre Dame, Disney does. All that's mine is my fangirly delusions XD Oh yeah, and the lyrics at the beginning are from the French musical Notre Dame de Paris. I'll post a link at the end of the fic
"One bright morning you dancedOn the square in the sun
I watched you so entranced
My whole world came undone
Now my heart, never still
Rules my mind and my will
All my empty life unfilled
And now since that day
Mirrors show no sign of my face
But Satan in my place
Of me, there is no trace…"
The sun shone brightly on the roofs of Paris. Citizens went about their business through the square. Some stopped to chat with their neighbors, some hastened to the market or the homes they apprenticed at. No one paid any mind to the girl dancing for coins in the street.
No one, that is, except for a dark figure watching from a window high above in the Palace of Justice. Indeed, not only did he pay attention to her, so enraptured was he that he couldn't possibly bring himself to take his eyes off her. But Judge Claude Frollo's gaze was not the malevolent one with which he usually fixed her kind.
Something in her stirred his heart in ways he had never previously imagined. Perhaps it was the way the sun shone off her glossy raven curls or the soft smile of pure joy that graced her lovely face as she moved. Perhaps it could have been how graceful she was as she moved her supple body to the music played by the gypsy man beside her, or even some combination of all of these. No matter what the cause of the priest's affliction, one thing was clear as day.
Claude Frollo was in love. Yes, this was the same gypsy girl who would later that very day set within him that burning lust that was to drive him mad and lead to his demise. However, that was not what he felt for her now. Not yet. Now, he longed to whisk her off the streets and protect her from the evils of the cruel world she was a part of. He would cherish her always, and never would she need to trouble herself over the way the citizens of Paris treated her kind. She would become a noblewoman, revered by all simply because she would be married to the Minister of Justice.
Frollo traced the beautiful girl's outline with one long, bony finger. Boiling agony filled his heart to bursting as the realization that always struck him as he watched her dance struck him. He was a priest, and she was but a gypsy. He was forbidden from ever knowing a woman's touch, no matter his feelings for her, and she was of the race of demons sent from the depths of the fiery abyss to torment the innocent. Though no filthy bohemian had ever committed an atrocity against a pure soul without it being dully punished, he adored her so much that the knowledge that they would never be together was a thousand knives being driven into his heart.
The gypsy's emerald eyes seemed to lock onto Frollo's black ones as she looked up towards the palace. He turned away and slid his hand despairingly down the wall, a smear of blood staining the sharp stones scarlet. He would always love her, no matter what his vows ordered of him, but it was never to be.
This love would destroy him, he lamented as he hastened from his chamber, sparing his beloved one last glance before hurrying down to greet his new Captain of the Guard.
A/N: As promised, the link to the song! /watch?v572MZgoEJVQ&featurePlayList&pDF61CFFD626F2A6A&index38
I want Daniel Lavoie's babies. Like, seriously. His voice is to die for 3