Sorry it's been so long! Here is Persephone's point of view once again, let me know what you think!
"Will you come inside with me?" I asked Frollo.
I didn't really want to go back to Notre Dame, I felt safe and protected snuggled against Frollo's back but guilt plagued my mind for yelling at Quasimodo and heavy droplets of rain were freezing my exposed skin.
"No" Frollo said curtly
"Pleaseā¦I don't want to face Quasimodo alone" I breathed
"Very well but it will be brief whilst you collect your belongings" He replied briskly
"Are you sure it will be safe for me to leave" I asked gently.
Frollo had commanded me to stay at his residence so I would no longer have to be confined to the cathedral
"Positive no harm will come to you whilst I control this city, you will be perfectly safe with me" Frollo said his voice cold and detached. His mood changed so quickly, it was frustratingly impossible to keep up. Not one moment before he was warmly inviting me to stay with him and now it was like I was boring him.
Frollo abruptly pulled up his horse and dismounted, his face betraying the obvious fury he was feeling regarding Quasimodo and the gypsy girl. I felt cautious in the presence of such rage and made a note to refrain from saying anything that might fuel his anger further. This cold fury explained his detachment from me; his mind was obviously occupied with the capture of the girl.
Frollo placed his hands on my waist and lifted me down, my cheeks flushed at his contact and I saw Frollo smirk at this.
"Thank you" I breathed my eyes focused on the ground.
"My pleasure" He whispered in my ear causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. The tone of his voice was suggestive, and once again I found myself confused by the rapid change of his disposition.
We made our way inside Notre Dame with Frollo's guards at our heels, Frollo's hand rested protectively on my back. My insides twisted in pleasure at Frollo's open display of affection and I lent closer to him.
As we entered Frollo froze at my side. Captain Phoebes was stood casually with the gypsy girl, wow she was so beautiful. Her raven hair pooled around her shoulders like a cloud and her green eyes were sparkling with fire, I was instantly jealous but at the same time wished I could look as beautiful and confident as her.
I saw Frollo's fist clench and then unclench before he called "Good work Captain, now arrest her" He marched toward them, leaving me hastily trying to keep up with his incredibly fast strides.
"Frollo you will not touch her!" The Archdeacon called hurrying over to us "Don't worry my dear Frollo learned years ago to respect the sanctuary of the church" He said to the gypsy girl resting his hand on her shoulder.
The rivalry between the Archdeacon and Frollo was electric. Frollo glared at the Archdeacon for a moment before signalling his guards to stand down.
"Come Persephone you not staying a minute longer in here not so long as this gypsy infects it" Frollo growled at me.
"I would like a word Persephone" The Archdeacon said curtly taking me by the arm and dragging me away from Frollo.
"Archdeacon" I hissed outraged
"You will not leave Notre Dame with Frollo" He said firmly
"And why not?" I replied bemused
"He's changing you"
I rolled my eyes
"Fine shall I give an example? Your behaviour toward Quasimodo, you chastised him in public after he had just been tortured. And seated behind Frollo nonetheless! Your actions are not of the girl I have known since she was a child" He lectured
"Maybe she's grown up Archdeacon and you've failed to notice"
"Are you his mistress?" He asked accusingly
"What? No, of course not!"
"Don't lie to me"
"I am not lying!"
"Please don't let him change you Persephone"
"He's not! I had a moment of heartlessness toward Quasimodo that I regret, but I was furious at him for putting himself in harm's way he could have been seriously hurt!"
The Archdeacon held my gaze for a moment before his shoulders slumped.
"Fine Persephone, do what you wish with Frollo. My door will always be open to you" He said dejectedly and walked away.
I bit my lip deciding whether or not to go after him. Perhaps he was right, maybe Frollo was changing me. But I didn't feel any different; I suspect the Archdeacon is just being paranoid.
I made my way back to Frollo, fearing he might be mad at me. But as I approached I couldn't believe what I was witnessing.
Frollo had the gypsy locked against him, his head resting against her mass of ebony hair. I couldn't make out what he was saying to her but I gasped as Frollo inhaled the scent of the gypsy's hair. His had wrapped around the girls neck and I shook my head in disbelief. Almost as if Frollo could sense my presence his eyes met mine and the gypsy used his distraction to pull away from him.
"I know what you were imagining!" She cried.
So did I.
"Such a clever witch" Frollo chuckled loud enough for me to hear "Persephone come here" Frollo commanded.
I remained frozen to the spot.
"Now" He ordered his gaze not wavering from the gypsy's scowl.
I felt my feet obey him whilst my mind raced with accusations I wanted to hurl at Frollo. I reached him but kept my distance slightly. Frollo reached out and his hand wrapped around my waist, he drew me against his side.
"You see how her kind twists the mind with unholy thoughts, Persephone?" Frollo asked his fingers tapping against my waist.
"Yes" I mumbled blandly. Not for a moment did I believe she had inflamed Frollo's mind purposely. The gypsy's mouth twitched upwards in amusement.
"I thought you were a holy man, Judge Frollo and yet here you stand with your mistress" The gypsy sneered at him "Well she is very pretty"
What was it with everyone thinking I was Frollo's mistress!
"How dare you refer to Persephone in such a way!"
"I'm not his mistress" I said hastily and she turned her wild green gaze on me. A hint of sympathy flickered in her eyes.
"Not yet" She said softly, kindly almost her voice littered with sympathy.
"Thank you for helping Quasi-" I began but Frollo's hand tightened uncomfortably on my waist and he interrupted.
"Don't you dare speak to her" He barked his voice dangerously low "But no matter, we're leaving now" Frollo spun me around practically dragging me toward the exit. His hand was like iron around my arm, I wished people would stop pulling me about, I was going to have bruises from their fingerprints if they kept it up.
"You've chosen a magnificent prison, but it is a prison nonetheless. Take one step outside and you're mine" Frollo called back to the gypsy as he forcefully pulled me outside.
"Frollo-" I began furious
"Silence" He snapped at me and my protests died on my tongue. I remembered the Archdeacon's warning not to make an enemy of Frollo.
"I'm sorry you had to see that" He said softly his finger running across my cheek. My breath caught in my throat, how did he do that to me?
"I would never let you be my mistress" He said his eyes alight with mischief "I have much grander plans for you, my Persephone"
He had done it once again. I had melted at his touch, his voice, his very essence. I would agree to anything he asked of me and I hadn't the faintest idea why!
"Come" He commanded but gently.
I allowed him to lift me onto his horse once more, my arms wrapping tightly around him as he spurred his horse onwards through the heavy rain.
I was now completely at Frollo's mercy.
