Everyone gathered in the master chamber, Jacque, Jehan, Laverne's doctor, and the archdeacon of Notre Dame. It wasn't long when Claude entered the room, the men around the bed looking down, praying. On the bed lay Laverne, peaceful, pale, and..."Your mother has left us, straight to heaven now. " said Jacque, placing a hand on his son's shoulder as Claude tried hard enough not to cry. The boy just lost the only person that supported him and made him the happiest in the world. Apart from Jehan being his best friend in life, one just left them alone forever.
Denying her fate, Claude rushed off and to the cathedral's roof, it started raining. Claude would refuse to stay out of the rain, he would just stare down the city, looking at the families and gypsies roaming around. A flask in his hand, drinking wine his mother would drink for dinner when they were children. Jehan did his best to drag him out of the rain once he found his brother. He knew how much Claude loved their mother, how much he would help her, he feared he would change now that times took a different turn. Jehan could hear Claude praying in Latin as if he was lost for the words like he needed to do it all day.
Right at the cathedral's entrance, Claude spotted his father and what it looked like to be Fleur, they were meeting, or more like telling her great news. This made him furious for Jacque seemed that he felt nothing for the death of his wife. "Heartless Old Bastard...How dare you mock our mother's death," said Claude out loud, enough for Jehan to hear and join his brother from looking. He was devastated as well from what he saw, the judge and the lady hugging and smiling. Claude did nothing but to pray all day, pray for his mother's soul to be in a good place than life, for his father's luck to turn bad, he wouldn't stop cursing Jacque. There was a point he noticed it was late and he needed to return home for the funeral preparations.
For the next days, the burial didn't take long, Claude, Jacque, and Jehan would carry her coffin to the grave to honor her. Jacque thought it would be best to bury her the second day so the brothers could recover faster, he thought wrong. There were tears in the boy's eyes as they placed their mother to rest, it was raining so violently. Everyone left a few moments later, everyone but Claude who was face to face with the woman who had given him half of what's left of happiness. Maria placed her hand on his cheeks, wiping what was left of his tears, and hugged him tightly. When Claude hugged her back, he swore he saw 4 female figures in the distance, behind Maria. Three were identical, while one looked like...
Mother?....
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Genesis Chronicorum β1: Hellfire
Historical FictionThe first book of my Genesis Chronicles. Before Claude Frollo became Judge and the most feared man in all of Paris, before his hatred for Gypsies, Frollo was but a young man who just wanted to live with the love of his life. Unfortunately, that neve...
