Esmeralda meets Phoebus in a private room.
Phoebus
Flower of night
That blooms in darkest night
In the satin silk of night
You make this dark world light
And I alone will know
This virgin soil yet unknown
Dark angel of desire
You midnight pearl forged of primordial fire
With just one glance,
You have set my world on fire
Esmeralda
Past the colors of our skin
Our hearts are the same within
My life is yours
For every breath I take is yours
Take me, for I see this was meant to be
Phoebus
We'll see
We'll see if this is meant to be
Esmeralda
Phoebus
Phoebus
Esmeralda!
Frollo knives Phoebus. He falls on the bed.
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Notre Dame de Paris
FanfictionParis, 1482. As immigrants crowd the city gates demanding asylum, the beautiful gypsy Esmeralda captures the fascination of a tormented priest, his hunchback ward, and the shallow knight Phoebus, with tragic consequences. Narrated by the mysterious...
