Chapter 2

"Well well. It's Frollo's daughter." said the man stepping closer to me.

"I wonder how much the judge would pay to get his precious back." said another man coming from behind me.

"Please just leave me alone."

"If Frollo is so faithful in the church, I wonder how he would feel to have his daughter's innocence taken by a couple of cons like us." said the one in back of me grasping my throat. All of a sudden he threw me to the ground. I looked up to see a third man appear. His presence seemed to shock the others. It was the gypsy from the puppet wagon. He took out his dagger and started to fight with the two men for a while. He then ran over to me and asked, "Are you alright Cheri?" I could not speak but was able to nod in response.

He then through two little purple capsules at the ground. As soon, as they touched the ground, they bursted onto purple smoke. I could no see anything that was going on. I felt someone lift me up. I panicked and started struggling. Then I heard the calm, warm, and seductive voice of the gypsy say, "It is me Cheri, please do not struggle." After knowing who it was I started to calm down and collect my thoughts. To me it seemed that he carried me for a while, but when he set me down I noticed that we were just a couple blocks down from where we were.

He pulled me into a near by alley. We waited to see if we were followed by the two men. "Are you ok?" he asked finally breaking the silence. "Yes. t-thank you" I said moving toward the wall for support. He seemed to noticed and took my arm to make sure that I didn't fall.

"Maybe I should take you to your home."

Still confused, I tried to reply. "I don't have one."

"Then I shall fix that."

"Um…What I meant was that I have one…but it's not safe for you to take me. It's best if I go alone."

"Nonsense. I will gladly take you."

Looking closely at him I actually noticed his beautiful features. I could see the dark eyes that I once encountered. I noticed his black hair and his awkward nose. 'He's so…sexy' I thought to myself. "Ok. But I must warn you that I live in the palace of justice."

He gave me a suspicious look.

"So my dear, what is your name?"

"Frances. Frances Frollo…" I told him. He looked me in the eyes for a second. Knowing what he might be thinking I added, "Yes. I am judge Frollo's daughter." I turned my head away. "Actually, I was going to say that you are just a beautiful as the country itself." I could feel my face getting red and hot. He gently grabbed my chin and turned my head toward him to look me in the eyes once more.

There was very little distance between us. My pulse started stammering. "Well then. We must be on our way." I said before anything could happen. "Very well." he said grinning at me. As we started walking, I started the conversation. "So. What is your name?"

"Clopin Trouillefou. King of gypsies."

"That's amazing. I always wished that I could be, and live like a gypsy."

"Really?" he asked raising a brow.

"Yes. Even though I have been raised to hate gypsies, my mother was a gypsy, and I never saw the point in it. I find you all to be fascinating and hard working people. Plus even though I love and respect my father, I never do what he says."

"I knew we would get along."

"What do you mean?"

"Everyday I see you walk into Notre Dame but somehow I knew you were a rebellious person." he said putting his arm around my shoulders. "Sorry to cut the conversation short but this is where I live." It wasn't the actual Palace of Justice, but the house that was named for Frollo. We stopped to the side making sure that we wouldn't be seen. "Hope to see you again Cheri." he said kissing my hand then leaving.

I entered the house with the biggest smile on my face. "Where have you been?" I heard my father ask sternly. "I was at confession then I uh, started talking to one of my friends." 'Well it wasn't a total lie.' I thought to myself. He glared at me then said "Very well." "Oh father, I was wondering if I could go to the Festival of Fools next month." I said batting my eyes and pouting. "Absolutely not. And that is the only answer you will get." I sighed then went to my room. I would have been more disappointed, but all I could think about was Clopin. 'God. My father would have a heart attack if he ever found out about what had happened tonight. I wonder which event he would hate the most…'