WickedLoveRules

After the fire and all mayhem  in Paris was over, The Minster of justice still stood tall and more powerful then before, but his heart did not it ached every time he'ed hear the sound of music playing in he streets, hoping it would be her, but every time he'd find the music it was not her. So the as time past it turned into days, weeks, mouths and finely a hole year had past by. He gave up looking for her, he came to  come to peace with the idea he'd never find her, again it was not along after the minster was riding his horse, around the streets of his Paris when  a someone caught his eyes. He pulled the reins causing his horse to come to a

"I am a patient man and gypsies don't do well inside stone walls." Minister Frollo could feel his head literally swim at having his body pressed so closely to the gypsy dancer's.  How he had desired to touch her from the moment her voluptuous form materialized upon the stage in a cloud of red smoke.  An intoxicating scent rose up from the proximity of her....dear Lord, was that some sort of spice, cinnamon perhaps intermingled with another foreign scent.....a feminine scent. Unable to resist, Frollo leaned in closer, his crooked nose dove into her thick raven tresses.  His eyes rolled back in his head, drunk on

The small room began to swim dimly into view; emerald eyes adjusted slightly to the gloom. The gypsy Esmeralda continued laying on the wooden bed, her head spinning something fierce. Sitting up very carefully she began to take notice that she was alone. Where was she? She started to stand, but found it difficult to do so. Instead she crawled towards the door. Upon opening it with some difficultly due to her weakness the sounds of the raging battle in front of Notre Dame grew louder. Looking around she realized she was up in the bell tower, but she did not see any sign of Quasimodo.   Hobbling and crawling towards the stone stairwel

-Inspired by the Tony Jay song, "Dancing in the Dark". Some lyrics included. The talented artist, ZapRowsdower3000, drew this beautiful picture because she was inspired by my story.  Click HERE to check it out and leave her a comment. :) With slow leaden steps up the grande staircase, continuing further on down corridors, a solemn tall figure glides along.  The day seemed to have dragged on mercilessly.  Unending court case upon court case.  Nothing would please the minister more than to emerge into his private chambers he shared with his wife, sequester himself away from the cruel world and just spend some quality time with her.  The thoug

((((This is a portion of a story my friend Kara and I were writing together on this writing forum called "Tales of the Whisperer".  Frollo and Esmeralda have both found themselves pulled from their medieval Paris to modern day Disneyland, California.  Frollo by the way is his younger self.  He was pulled just before killing Quasimodo's mother so he did not know who Esmeralda is.  Esmeralda on the other hand knows him well, she was pulled after escaping the cathedral. The point of the story is for these two to get to know each other in a completely different setting.  We titled it "A Simple Twi