Authors Note: Okay it's reformed and It's longer and I'm making sure that it's at least decent with the grammer and spelling. Please R&R :]

Also I am looking for a Beta! So please if you could contact me that would be Magnificent!!

Disclaim: Obviously I do not own or I would have made the movie all about Clopin. Jeesh. I own Sophia Layfette and Isadorra Layfette.

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Sophie Fayette leaned against the side of the Jester's caravan, her ethereal sapphire eyes following the children who came by to see the play. She didn't understand how they could be interested in the Gypsy king's puppets! She sighed. Soon the mothers would come dragging their kids away in the middle of Clopin's performance. The kids would cry and whine but that never deterred the women. They didn't want there off spring mingling with the Gypsy 'vermin'! Yet the children's parents couldn't keep watch on them while they shopped. Sophie rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that day. She raked her hand through her hair attempting to rid herself of the annoying black ringlets that framed her face. She cursed at her looks, if it wasn't for her olive colored skin she could be grouped with the Gypsies. Her face set into a scowl just thinking about it.

"That's not a look a young lady, such as yourself, should be wearing," a familiar voice whispered behind her ear "What brings you here mademoiselle?"

"It is not of your concern sir of what expression I wear," Sophie turned towards Clopin with a lie formed in her head and out her mouth before she could stop, " And if you must know I am waiting for my Mother to get done with her errands."

Her lie was out and she could not correct it. She looked down blushing. Her mother was not shopping. Her mother, Isadorra Fayette never even thought about her daughter anymore. Sophie knew this...but still maybe one day her mother would want her back,

Sophie's eyes returned to the man and they narrowed, as she looked him up and down, she sniffed once then turned her head. The Gypsy King just chuckled and began to close his shop down. Sophie would not admit that she had some interest in this person…but curiosity ate her cat and snuck a peek from the corner of her eye. He was thin, and tall, standing at about a head taller than her; he looked to be about in his twenties. His shoulders had a sag in them that she had not seen before. His eyes were dulled beneath the mask and his black shoulder length hair seemed dull in the sunlight. He looked exhausted; he really didn't deserve her attitude. She sighed and turned slowly toward him, suddenly embarrassed by her behavior. She didn't want to give anyone grief just because she was having problems.

The sun began to set and she was grateful that it gave off a slightly pink glow so that he couldn't see her blush.

"I am really very sorry I said that."

Sophie's captivating eyes searched Clopin's face for a moment before she gave him a stiff curtsy then turned and walked away. His eyes watched her retreating form. Clopin knew that she was a half-breed just by looking at her. She had the grace of a dancer and the appearance of a gypsy. She could be mistaken for a gypsy if it wasn't for her skin and eyes.

Too bad she has a good family, I would have loved to take her with me. The king chuckled and made his way home not knowing the error in his thoughts.

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Sophie groaned in discontent as her throbbing feet felt weight pressed upon them once more. She had been walking around all day and now, after she had just begun to rest, she had to get up and move again, all because of the stupid drunks. She hated spirits, turning even the most decent men into slobs.

She began to walk away, but grew suspicious as the clatter and noise the drunks were making followed her. They were stalking her! She couldn't run not in her skirts anyway, and her complaining feet weren't helping the matter either. She had no weapon on her person. She reached a hand up to her heart, it was racing, adrenaline coursed through her and she found herself breathing hard, trying to speed up the best she could. They were fast men; they gained up on her in a matter of minutes. They circled around her slobbering and talking about things that would make a noble cringe in disgust.

Unknowingly emphasizing her chest, Sophie crossed her arms in front of her and the men began to drool. She looked down and blushed quickly choosing to switch to a less insulting stance, she put a hand on her hip and cocked it out. She glared at each of the men.

"Why hello there girlllyy wanna play?" One of the men slurred. Sophie growled and the filthy men hollered in delight.

"Fiesty."

"I like 'em when they fight back"

At this Sophie snarled. " You will not lay a single hand on me. You will not touch me. Ever."

"Ooooh! Terrifying. I'd like to see that pretty little dress of yours on the floor."

The man was big, he obviously was the leader seeing as he was the only one that didn't slur and said more than a few words. He looked amused at her attempts to look brave. She stepped back into the wall as said man took a step forward.

Sophie smiled, trying to distract the men long enough to survey her surroundings. It worked, most of them looked startled as to why a girl would smile in a situation like this. She saw from the corner of her eyes that on the left of her was a barrel filled with brine and on her right were logs stacked in a neat pile. There were a total of five men standing in front of her; they formed a half circle around her. There was only one way to get out of this: she had to fight.

Moving quickly she grabbed a log and threw it. It hit on of her attackers in the face; she grabbed another one and threw it this time it connected with the larger in the group, their leader. She ran for it as fast she could with her aching feet and managed to get about five feet before the 'leader' caught up to her and slammed her to the ground. She tasted blood in her mouth and scrambled to get up, he was standing above her watching at her attempts, laughing. Her other four attackers started to form another circle but then, she heard all of them gasp.

"Whatever you are planning I hope it didn't involve this girl being 'handled' by any of you." His voice rang out loud and playful, with an underlying threat.

Sophie looked up and recognized the tall man standing beside her she got on her feet shakily, still tasting blood. She ignored it though and glared at her the men standing around her. They all seemed stunned for a moment then recovered and started backing away.

"Sorry we didn't know she was a rat," The man spat it out and looked at them as if he were any better. The men all followed drunkenly after their leader disappointed that they had lost their prey.

Sophie sighed and started to fall, due to her feet and the dizziness that came with smacking your head against pavement. Before she could complete her dramatic fall to the ground, Clopin caught her.

"Thanks," she managed "I think my mom forgot about me."

With that she passed out. Leaving Clopin, in the middle of the main square with a passed out girl. He made a disapproving "tsk."

He sighed and picked her up to take her home.