Chapter 2: Isabelle

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The baptism did not go very well at all.  The entire time inside the cathedral, Frollo told the archdeacon how he was going to raise her and that she would become the most proper, well educated, noblewoman in all of Paris, if not all of France.


She would also inherit his wealth and lands but she couldn't inherit his title of, "Minister of Justice" since she was female.  And she would receive harsh punishments if she were to ever disobey him in any sort of way.  He made that part very clear.


He was also going to add her to his will and cut his younger brother's name, Jehan, out as soon as he chose a proper name for her.  Jehan Frollo ran away from home when he was still a teenager.


Being the irresponsible and immature young man that he was, he would spend every single penny he had on sleeping with prostitutes, gambling, alcohol, at pubs, etc.  


He often times would get drunk in public places such as pubs, which was one of his favorite places to be at, next to brothel houses, where he met up with harlots.  He did everything the opposite of what his elder brother had taught him growing up.


He had at least one child, with one of his favorite prostitutes, that he knew of.  More than likely, he had quite a few more illegitimate offspring that he wasn't aware of considering how many women he would have relationships with all at the same time.


Sometimes, he would return to Paris just to get more money from his elder brother so he could spend and blow it all once again and then repeat the whole process.


Frollo had had it with him and refused to even acknowledge knowing him, due to the embarrassment and humiliation of being related to him, as a result.


After the minister finished speaking, the archdeacon looked down sympathetically at the sleeping baby girl cradled in the minister's arms as they reached the stone basin with holy water in it.  


She looked so peaceful while clutching his velvet tunic for comfort with her face buried into him, in order to keep herself warm.

She looked so peaceful while clutching his velvet tunic for comfort with her face buried into him, in order to keep herself warm

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"Are you sure you want to do this right now, Frollo?  The water will be quite cold for the child and she will surely wake up.  She'll cry then catch a cold from it later on.  I can always warm up the water in the fireplace and you can bring her back first thing in the morning," he assured him.


He felt bad for waking her up since she looked very comfortable in her new guardian's arms and was still fast asleep.  She looked like a sleeping cherub angel.  

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