My Dear Girl

Chapter 3: First Day of Fatherhood

On the way back, the movement on the horse lulled Isabelle back to asleep in Frollo's arms, while he rode back to his living quarters located on the top of the Palace of Justice.  She, once again, was clutching onto his velvet tunic for comfort and to warm herself up.

When he arrived, he put Snowball, his horse, back inside his stall and brought the newborn baby girl up to his living quarters.  All of his servants were asleep in the servant quarters since it was very late at night.

Frollo then made his way towards his bedchamber.  The place was huge and it was very easy to get lost in it if you didn't know your way around.

When he entered it, he laid the sleeping infant on his luxurious, gothic, four poster style, bed with crimson colored curtains that opened and closed.  

There was also affluent ornate bedroom furniture as well, along with various self portraits of the minister, crosses, and Virgin Mary tapestries and such.

The room also had a huge lit fireplace, which warmed up the place a little, with a giant cross mounted on the wall that the minister would pray in front of every single morning and night.

He then stood in front of her and started to pray in Latin to the Virgin Mary that he would not find any kind of deformities nor abnormalities on the child, unlike he did with Quasimodo up in the bell tower.  

And he also prayed that she would assist him in finding the Court of Miracles one day, which he had been so desperately been searching for since being elected the minister of justice by the king himself.

He made the sign of a cross and then unwrapped the still sleeping, newborn baby girl and checked every inch of her tiny little body from head to toe.  He even counted each one of her fingers and toes to make sure that she didn't have an extra nor was missing one.  

He couldn't believe how pure and innocent she looked, just like she an angel sent down straight from heaven.  She was perfect.

"She is so divine.  She must be protected from all of the unholy sins of this world," he thought to himself, while he was still examining her.

Right then, she woke up and then started fussing and squirming while feeling cold, hungry, and scared.  She also wanted her mother.  Frollo gently tried to console her the best he could.

"Shhhh, Shhhh, Shhh!  I know, dearest Isabelle, I know," he cooed soothingly to her while he stroked her cheek with his gloved finger.  He guessed that she was hungry.  Who knows the last time she ate?

He wrapped her back up, took off his triangular chaperon hat and put it on top of his fancy wardrobe, brought a lit candle, and then went down to the servant quarters to go find her something to eat.

He dug through the underground freezer and found a leftover jug of goat milk that came from the goat he ordered his servants to fetch earlier that morning to get milk from, to feed Quasimodo with.

He made his way upstairs back to his bedchamber and was greeted by the sounds of Isabelle still crying and fussing while laying on his bed.  He then picked her up and put the tip of the jug into her mouth.  She hungrily drank the milk while she looked up at him, trying to get a good look at his face.