Frollo and Esmeralda Story W.I.PEsmeralda could not deny that the castle was beautiful. Tall, golden candles were displayed all around the grand hall. Elegant, decorated patterns covered the richly red and golden walls. The smooth shiny marble under her feet sparkled everywhere, not a single speck of dust dared to touch it. The grand hall was encased in a warmly lit glow, almost giving the room a cosy affect. The man at her side, Claude Frollo smiled warmly at her to which she could not help but smile back. During the long time she had spent in the Palace of Justice since the day that he had 'saved' her from the pyre, Esmeralda had slowly but surely come to accept the minister's company. He would do anything for her: provide her with food, clothing, a lavish bedroom and no longer hunted her friends down. Once in a while she did think about what life with Phoebus would have been like, but that was in the past and it was time to look at the future. Oddly enough Frollo hadn't asked her for her hand in marriage yet but s
The Art of Being SelflessEsme stood upon the pyre in nothing but a thin white down. Her hands tied behind her back which were around the wooden pole, and her legs tied up as well, she could in no way escape. She would have to face...him.
She longed for Clopin to be here. Her brother. Her most beloved friend. She wanted him to free her and prevent her from having to make this desicion. But he was dead. And he would never come.
And then, there were the sound of footsteps. And not just any footsteps. HIS footsteps. Her ears had learned to tune themselves in to these particualr steps so she knew when he was coming and so she knew when top start running.
But there was no running now. No escaping.
He finally reached the top of the platfrom and looked her s