Frollo x Oc

Part 10: Turnaround

Marco rides his wolf, who leads him to Thalia's cottage. They arrived at the empty cottage, then Marco gets down from Misha's back.

"This is where you saw her?" Marco asks his wolf.

Misha nods while Marco explores the cottage and the area around it. Marco looks through the window and didn't see much, only emptiness.

"She's not here," said Marco and sighed. "Frollo must've taken her to the city. Let's go back, girl. Gods, he better not have touched her."

Marco gets back on his wolf's back as she carries him back to the city. "Hopefully, Esmeralda will better luck than us."

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Meanwhile, Thalia prepares for her return and was lost in her thoughts. Frollo knocks and opens her door. "Thalia, may I come in?"

"Huh? Oh! Good morning, master!" said Thalia, almost surprised, and turns around to meet him.

Frollo enters her room with that snake-like smirk. "Are you ready, my dear? The coach is waiting."

"Yes, master," replied Thalia.

Thalia gathers her things and follows after the minister. Frollo escorts her out of the Palace of Justice and to the carriage. In a way, Thalia was relieved to leave yet she still felt bad for leaving Quasimodo.

Frollo opens the carriage door for Thalia and helps her inside. He boards the carriage, too, while from a distance the gypsies stand guard.

They watch with disgust and determination as one of them whistles. Esmeralda nods at them and commences the next step in their plan.

The carriage driver whips the horses and begins riding. Thalia sits quietly and stares out her window with Frollo beside her.

"Why can't I stay with you, master?" asked Thalia.

Frollo sighs, "You know perfectly why, Thalia. It's to keep you from harm. Paris is a dangerous city and I have yet to clean out the vermin tainting its streets."

"But I can take of myself. I'm not a child," countered Thalia firmly. "I am an adult, master. I wish you would start treating me like one."

"If I did, things would never be the same," replied Frollo quietly.

Thalia blushes lightly as she continues to stare out the window.

The carriage takes them through Paris as they reach the town gates. They went past the gates, and at about two miles, one of the wheels broke. Suddenly, for Thalia and Frollo, their ride became bumpy as the gypsies stealthily aim for another wheel. They broke the first wheel with a crossbow as they lay hidden in the trees.

Frollo exclaims as he holds on. "What the devil?!"

"Ow!" Thalia bumps her head on the ceiling and winces.

"Thalia, careful!" Frollo pulls Thalia close and shields her as the carriage continues the bumpy ride.

Thalia squeaks from the closeness and blushes madly. The driver tries to control the horses when another wheel breaks. Frollo and Thalia had to brace themselves and hold on to something.

They bounced and jumped and hit and tumbled. Obviously, the two had fallen off their seats with Frollo still clutching on to Thalia. Fortunately, the chaotic ride only lasted for a couple of seconds when it finally stopped.

Thalia groans painfully and opens her eyes. She lifts her head and finds herself on top of Frollo, who groans weakly. She blushes as she felt her body pressing down against Frollo's. Her breasts are against his chest, her hips against his own, and her legs spread over.