Frollo x Oc

Part 14: Unyielding

Thalia sits alone in the Palace of Justice and pouts angrily. "Damnit! Why?! Master, why?!"

She leans back on her chair and crosses her arms irritably.

Last night . . .

"Master . . . I want more."

They both continue to pant heavily while Frollo grips tightly on to Thalia. He catches his breath which touched Thalia's bare shoulder. Frollo looks up and stares back into her pale blue eyes.

"Master?" panted Thalia.

Frollo continues to stare before taking a deep breath and exhales. He loosens his grip on her and gently pushes her off his lap. Thalia blinks confused before finally he speaks.

"Thalia," started Frollo, "We cannot."

"What? Why?"

"We just can't, child."

"But, Master Frollo, don't you want me?"

Frollo swallows hard as he tries to control himself before making an adamant face. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing."

"And what am I doing?" frowned Thalia.

Frollo narrows his beady eyes at her and wraps his boney hands around her shoulders. "You want something. You're trying to get something from me, aren't you, child?"

"N-No, I'm not!" replied Thalia, though she almost squeaked a bit.

"Hmph!" scoffed Frollo annoyed, who sternly gets up from his chair and points his boney finger at Thalia. "Do not tempt me with your womanly vessel, Thalia. Unless you wish to be labeled as lowly as those gypsies roaming Paris!"

Thalia frowns more but lowers her gaze to the floor guiltily. She clenches her fists tightly before standing up and stomping off.

"Thalia? Thalia!" called Frollo. "Don't you walk away from me!"

"I'll do as I please!" rebutted Thalia angrily. "And don't you dare compare me to others!"

"How dare you?!" sneered Frollo.

"No! How dare you!" countered Thalia as she goes back to him and stomp her foot. She looks up at him and argues. "For not giving a woman what she wants! I love you, Master!"

Frollo then turned baffled and so did Thalia herself. She unintentionally said those words out loud, making her blush hard. They stare at each other awkwardly while Frollo swallows hard. He took another breather and tries to remain calm.

"What you feel is not love, child," said Frollo, "What you feel is lust and you must be rid of it. At once!"

Frollo walks away and goes straight to his room. Thalia was still shocked by her words but quickly growls and shakes her head. "Damnit!"

~~~

Thalia sighs in boredom and blows off her bangs. She rests her head on the table and pouts irritably. "Tch! Stupid Frollo. Thinking my feelings aren't real."

She lets out another sigh, this time more forlorn. "I can't believe I said that. But then does that mean he doesn't care for me like that? Ugh! I'm so confused!"

She added, "He almost got me though . . . God, he's so stubborn."

Thalia recalls that moment last night when she felt Frollo's hard crotch against her panties. She could still feel his rough lips on hers and how passionate he was. His hot kisses on her neck and skin and his iron grip. Frollo was definitely needy.

"Hypocrite old man," scoffed Thalia, "Calling me lustful when he's no better. Even during dinner, I saw his eyes roaming. Even during that rainstorm, he was pumping himself like mad with my clothes--!"

Thalia then stops herself and flinches up straight. Glancing over at Frollo's bedroom, Thalia now wonders what other secrets he holds there. Whether it be more naughty secrets, or perhaps, something that could relate to Quasimodo.

Like a diary or a journal.

Thalia looks over at the clock and knew she had time. "Okay, Master Frollo. If you won't give me what I want, then I'll just have to get it myself."

~~~

"Get him!! Get him!!!" shouted Frollo furiously.

The minister set up a trap for the young King of Gypsies but never knew how powerful and evasive he was. Marco grins while he takes down the guards while his huge wolf freezes the floor. The guards slip and tumble as Marco skates around them and hits them with the blunt end of his sword.

He then skates toward Frollo, inhales deeply, and blows out a breath of blue fire. It all happened so fast and Frollo could not react quickly, so he stumbles back and falls into a barrel full of garbage. Marco gave a boisterous laugh and skates out of the abandoned house, along with his white wolf.

He gets on Misha's back and shouts, "I'll be back, you sick bastard! And when I do, I'll get my sister back! If you laid a hand on her . . . !"

Misha growls dangerously with her master, whose reddish-brown eyes flared wrathfully. The townspeople watch in horror, fearing the Gypsy King, before he rides away and disappears.

Frollo grunts and curses as he tries to get himself off the barrel. His men came to help him after the ice melted and afterward, Frollo pushes them off. "After him! Don't let him escape!"

"Yes, sir!" replied his guards and quickly chase after Marco.

Frollo grumbles and brushes off the slop off him. "Filthy, disgusting, low-life heathen! I shall have him burned at the stake for his sinful witchery!"

Frollo picks up his hat, which got wet with mud and slop and slightly scorched. He sneers with disgust and couldn't believe his humiliating defeat. He snarls, "This isn't over, gypsy boy. I'll find you and your vile nest! And be rid of you once and for all! Just like your father!!"

Frollo stomps away and gets on his horse and rides back to the Palace of Justice. He was very agitated today and even more so after his plan had failed.

"My best robes! Tarnished!" grumbled Frollo after entering his home. "And that savage has escaped me once again!"

Frollo's pride could not handle the humility he had been through. Marco's mocking laughter still echoes in Frollo's ears and his flaring eyes haunt him.

The old minister knew this gypsy was on to him and could clearly see the determination on his face. Marco was thirsty for vengeance for his father, for his people, and for his younger sister. Frollo grinds his teeth, seething with rage, but knew he needs to cool down.

He speaks, "I cannot continue God's plan when I'm blinded by some petty emotions. He is testing me. I will prevail!"

However, when Frollo reached his room in the Palace, he stops. He was still mad at Thalia for trying to seduce him and almost thought she had regained her memories. Shaking his head, Frollo rids that assumption and knew he had to make up with Thalia.

Otherwise, she cannot truly be his.

He opens the door and calls out, "Thalia, I've returned . . . Thalia?"

Frollo looks around but Thalia is nowhere in sight. He raises a brow and searches the kitchen and then the living room. Still nothing.

"Hm. Must be in her bedroom sulking like a child," assumed Frollo, who unbuttons his uniform. "I must change out of these dirty clothes and shower."

He heads for his bedroom and reaches for the doorknob, but freezes. His door was left slightly ajar. Frollo, now suspicious, quietly pushes the door and enters cautiously. He peeks in quietly when he freezes yet again.

What a sight for this dumbfounded man as his room echoes with Thalia's moans.

(Damnit, I'm late again . . . Sorry!!)