From that day on, Charlotte's life became a living hell. Every single night she'd have to sleep with him, repeating the whole process over and over again. And after he was done, she would always bleed onto the bed. And now it hurt her so. Not only was she being violated at night but during the day as well. Frollo also made rules for her to follow which were:

1. Always obey your husband

2. Never tell your husband "no"

3. Always respect your husband

4. Attend all public executions

5. Stay within the palace walls

6. Attend praying sessions at the cathedral

7. Always give or give in to what your husband wants

"Fail to do one or all of these and you shall suffer severe forms of punishment," he warned her. "You are now my property, and I can do whatever I want with you and you have no say in it at all."

When he wasn't around, she often times would sit on a hall bench and cry. She was no longer herself anymore. Frollo had taken that away from her. Never in her life had she felt more depressed. She was being raped every single day, multiple times a day by her new husband whom she didn't even want to marry. This depression was way, way worse than what she felt when she first got to the palace prior to the wedding.

"Why am I not dead yet? Why couldn't I have just died instead?" She often asked herself.

How she missed her friends and family, especially her mother. She blamed herself for her death, but unknown to her, Frollo had lied about the cause of her death. It wasn't suicide at all, she was murdered by her own husband out of extreme rage. Only Charlotte's younger sister, Louise, heard what had happened but she didn't know whether or not her mother was dead. The next morning when she and her brother came downstairs, they noticed her mother was gone and their father told them that she had ran off with another man. Her brother believed it, but Louise had second thoughts. She heard what had happened the other night and knew her father was probably lying.

Charlotte, on the other hand, had no idea about her mother's death until over a month after it had occurred. And she was still in a deep, dark, depression because of it. Her mother had been a victim of martial abuse and apparently Charlotte was following in her footsteps at this point. Not only would Frollo rape her daily, he would also slap her awake every single morning and he would threaten her often. He still gave her lessons occasionally not not as often as he did before since they got married. He also would force her to kiss him as well. There were also times when he would tie her to the bed in case if she were to try to get away from him overnight. During praying sessions, Charlotte would ask Virgin Mary & God to stop this and just take her to heaven to be with her mother. But it never worked. She was in true agony and no one would do anything about it. No one cared. There was nothing else she could do.

She sometimes would talk to Gertrud about it, but she couldn't do anything either but listen and try to console Charlotte. Gertrud reminded Charlotte of her mother in some ways, she looked like her. She had told her this a couple times too. That made Gertrud feel even more sympathy for her. She would just let Charlotte cry onto her shoulder for a while. Charlotte was used to crying at this point. Ever since she got to the palace, crying was a normal daily thing for her. She wanted to get away from that place for good. She thought this was the worst of it, however, this was not case. In nine more months, she'd go through something much, much more painful, gruesome, and life changing than this.

But one day, one month after being forcefully wed, Charlotte started not feeling so well. She felt nauseous when she woke up in the morning and tired throughout the day very often. She just tried to ignore it, but one day during lessons, she was so exhausted that she collapsed. Frollo was at first taken aback, but then he picked her up and carried her back to their bed chambers. He then told a guard to fetch a physician as he put her to bed. Soon after a physician came and examined an unconscious Charlotte as Frollo watched.

"She is exhausted," said the physician to Frollo. "But that is only part of it. Has she complained of feeling under the weather or has she vomited?" He asked Frollo.

"Not that I can recall," Frollo answered. The physician looked over at a sleeping Charlotte and then sighed and looked back at the Minister and said in a grim voice,

"Your Honor, she is with child right now as we speak," Frollo was shocked.

"What?" Already?" he asked puzzled. "But she-"

"Yes, I know. Being so young, small, and underdeveloped is a great danger for her bearing a child. She is just a child herself. It is a risk to even a fully grown woman, I've seen plenty of women die in childbirth during my years of practice," the physician interrupted Frollo.

"But how is this possible? Are you sure?" Frollo asked.

"Anyone can conceive if they have started to bleed monthly," the physician answered Frollo. He went on.

"She's definitely pretty early, most girls don't start until they are about 14-16 years of age. How old is she exactly?" He asked Frollo.

Frollo didn't know for sure. "I believe she's 10 or 11," he answered.

The physician shook his head. If she is with child, she won't survive the birth, Your Honor," he said sadly. "Her body is too small for a child to pass through. I suggest you treat her extra well and give in to what she wants until she departs this life. She will spend her final hours in great, great pain."

"Very well then," Frollo nodded. "Could you still save the child somehow?" he asked. "I do need a male heir after all to carry on my line and name," The physician sighed again and said briskly,

"We'll talk more about it once the time draws closer," he said as he left grabbing his medical bag. He did not dare call Frollo out for what he had done to this poor little girl. Doing so would had costed him his own life.

Frollo stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do or think. His 10 year old new wife is already carrying his child in her small underdeveloped body. She is way, way too young to bear him children yet, let alone be married. She barely hit puberty. And he was a fully grown man who was at least 35 years of age. This would surely kill not only her, but her unborn child as well. But if the child lives, she will give him a fine boy, he thought. A boy who would one day become the next Minister of Justice and follow in his father's footsteps. Frollo decided to write to Charlotte's father about this and consider remarrying Charlotte's younger sister, Louise, after Charlotte passed on. Surely her father, Gauthier, would say yes as long as he's getting financial gain from it. And Frollo would put Louise through the living hell that Charlotte was going through, despite her being 2 years younger than Charlotte. But Frollo didn't care. He decided that's what he would do, however, he was going to wait to share the news with Gauthier until the time came closer.


The next thing she knew, she was lying in bed with Frollo stroking her cheek. Charlotte slept throughout this so she had no idea what they had talked about nor was she aware that a physician had been there at all.

"What happened?" she asked groggily still waking up.

"Shhhhhhhh, you fainted my dear" replied Frollo softly.

"I did? But why?" asked Charlotte still feeling exhausted and dizzy. Frollo smiled.

"You're going to give me a son," he said while smiling down at her.

"Okay," she replied not knowing what he meant by that. "Can I go back to sleep?" she asked him.

"Of course child," he replied. And so she did with Frollo still stroking her cheek.

Soon Charlotte started gaining weight and developing odd food cravings such as beaver and lamprey dipped in honey and fruit juice. Sometimes she would even dip it in wine. Frollo just ordered his servants to buy it at the market in order for her to have a healthy son. She noticed that Frollo was being nicer to her than what he had ever been, since she first got to the palace prior to her wedding. She also noticed over time that her abdomen was slowly growing. She, of course, didn't fully understand why. Each morning, she would wake up in the morning at look at herself in the long mirror and see that bump.

"I look so fat and ugly," she said to herself in tears staring at herself in the mirror.

There was a time when Frollo took Charlotte, now her pregnant stomach visible to others, with him to see the new King Louis XI at his home, the Château de Plessis-lez-Tours. His father, Charles VII, the previous king had passed away not too long ago. He was the one who elected Frollo as the Minister of Justice prior to his death. Frollo, however, had met Louis XI once shortly before he became the Minister of Paris.

They traveled by carriage from Paris all the way to La Riche. It was over a day's trip. It was not fun to say the least, it rained most of the time and one of the wheels got stuck and nearly broke, but they finally made it there in one piece even though it took almost two days instead of one. It was funny, however, to watch Frollo blow up about the wheel getting stuck and blaming his guards for causing it.

When Charlotte finally stepped out of the carriage, she was shocked to see a place bigger than the Palace of Justice. She didn't even know a place bigger existed until now. She followed her husband inside, looking up at the large manor house in astonishment. The inside was even more grand. It looked similar to the Palace of Justice, only without so many crosses and Virgin Mary relics everywhere. And then they both walked into a big huge throne room with King Louis XI and his Queen Charlotte of Savoy (Yes, both the Queen of France and Charlotte have the same name) sitting on the thrones in the center of the room.

"Judge Claude Frollo," greeted the King. Frollo bowed. Charlotte looked over and quickly did the same, enough though it was hard with her pregnant stomach getting in the way.

"Sire," he said formally. Charlotte was just staring at the King and Queen. Never in her life did she ever think she would get to come this close or let alone meet the King and Queen of all of France. She was dumbfounded.

"And who might this young mademoiselle be?" asked the King curiously. Frollo answered stoically,

"This is my wife, Lady Charlotte la Cour." Both the King and Queen were taken aback.

"Wife?" asked the Queen. "Why, she's just a little girl! Is she...expecting?" Charlotte, on the other hand, was too lost at words to speak.

The Queen felt deep, deep sympathy for Charlotte. A little girl who hasn't even reached puberty yet soon to give birth to a 6 plus pound baby. She only went through the experience once so far herself with her infant daughter, Anne, and it was awful and she was fully grown too. She couldn't even imagine what this little girl will have to go through. She thought that Charlotte wouldn't make it.

"Yes Ma'am, she shall bear me a fine boy soon," he glanced over at Charlotte hiding a smirk. The King then looked down at Charlotte and her pregnant stomach and sighed.

"Very well," said the King. Frollo went on.

"I have come all the way here to confirm my unborn son to have your daughter's hand in marriage one day," he said stoically once again.

"And how do you know this unborn child is a son?" asked the King.

"I can assure you, Sire, it is a son. I feel it," Frollo replied. The King nodded.

And the King and Queen went along and arranged the marriage between their infant daughter and the unborn son of Judge Claude Frollo and Lady Charlotte La Cour.


As more months went by, Charlotte's stomach grew even bigger. But she didn't fully understand why. All she knew was that she was going to have a son, according to Frollo, who would one day become the next Minister of Justice and that everyone was being extra nice to her. No one had the heart to tell her what was actually going on. No one wanted to scare her. She absolutely no idea that she would soon be going through the scariest, worst experience in all of her life and she would find out the hard way.

One day on a cold winter afternoon, Charlotte was in one of the great halls, reading and studying a Latin bible as Frollo told her too. It was pretty warm in that room compared to the rest of the castle. It had the biggest fireplace out of the entire palace. It was even bigger than she was. The room was mostly empty except for a couple hall benches against the big huge walls. The fireplace had a giant iron cross hanging above it. Gertrud was also in the room, dusting. Gertrud was saddened by what she believed Charlotte's fate would be. She got attached to Charlotte in a lot of ways. Gertrud was the only person whom she actually was able to talk to as she served Charlotte privately.

"Everywhere I go, it feels like I'm carrying weights," Charlotte told Gertrud putting down he bible for a moment.

"Yes dear, I can understand that," replied Gertrud trying not to sound sad. But Charlotte noticed it anyways.

"Are you ok, Gertrud?" asked Charlotte.

"I'm fine dear. I'm just a little tired, that's all," she lied feeling bad about doing so. She did not want to scare poor Charlotte.

"But you seem more sad than tired to me. Are you sure you're ok?" Charlotte asked again.

"Yes, child," she replied. But deep down, she was depressed. She didn't want Charlotte to die, especially from this. Charlotte picked the bible pack up and began to read it more. Gertrud looked back at Charlotte and she felt a little tear come down her cheek. Charlotte noticed this and got up to go ask about it once more, but then a terrible pain stopped her dead in her tracks. She doubled over and screamed out in pain as Gertrud ran over.

"She gasped in horror and then cradled Charlotte on the floor who was now starting to bleed uncontrollably. Just then a guard came in.

"Get the Minister!" Gertrud said out. Charlotte was still crying out in pain. He quickly ran out of the room to get Frollo.

"It's ok, it's ok. Everything is going to be ok," Gertrud said trying to soothe and calm Charlotte who was now crying in pain while blood was becoming visible on her light pink colored dress. Just then the Frollo came in the room. Without saying a word, he scooped up a crying Charlotte in his arms and carried her out to one of the many guest rooms. As he was doing so, he turned to his guard.

"Call for the physician immediately!" he ordered and the guard left and did what he was told. He then turned back to Gertrud.

"You come with me and boil some water," he ordered her. She quickly got up and followed Frollo. Charlotte continued to cry out in pain while bleeding, scared to death not knowing what was happening to her.