Her earliest memory was of a seemingly underground city, full of colorful wall hangings that draped to the stone floors. And the people wore equally colorful outfits and even though those who lived in Paris thought of the Romani people, also dubbed as Gypsies, as nothing more than thieves, or scoundrels, to Tsura...they were her family, even if no one was related to her by blood, except for her parents and older brothers.
The Court of Miracles was their safe haven, away from the corrupted soldiers who would torment them, or would arrest them for no other purpose than just living. Unfortunately, even her own family had been captured and killed by Frollo's soldiers. Only her and her brothers, Jean and Esmé, and their parents remained.
Like the rest of their people, the Dupont family had become street performers, or fortune tellers to earn their keep. Emil Dupont, Tsura's father had taken up working for a weaver up in Paris as a delivery man, after he was forced to give up his previous job selling handmade jewelry alongside two other men and women, after rumor spread that everything sold was cursed. The lovely Violet Dupont dazzled crowds with skilled flute music, while Jean and Esmé entertained children by telling stories to them. And as for the beautiful Tsura, on the other hand...well, this is where her story begins.
It is a story of a young woman, who suddenly found herself ensnared in a battle of true love, and a living nightmare.
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The Darkest Kind of Love (Yandere!Clopin Love Story)
FanfictionThey say that one can lose their heart to the burning fire of desire if not careful. Especially when meeting someone who catches their fancy. This is especially true for The King of The Gypsies; Clopin Trouillefou. When he discovers a young woman si...
