Justice is Swift But Vengeance is Sweeter (A Judge Frollo Fanfiction)

"I'm Willing to Trust You"

(First of all, I just want to let you all know, that I am personally not pro NikolasxHealia, I want FrolloxHealia, just letting you all know to clear some things up. Enjoy!)

Nikolas walked around the Court of Miracles, shocked at how big it was and just filled to the brim with gypsies, old and young. But yet they were all cluttered together, they all managed to be tolerant of each other and settle disputes without much violence. As he passed a few men wrestling he noticed that they were a bit, unruly, even more so when he saw a few women arm wrestling with men as well. But were they really thieves and child snatchers? Suddenly he jumped at the sound of a voice behind him.

"What are you doing?" He yelped and spun, pulling out the blade he'd been allowed for protection. In a blur the figure grasped his arm with the blade and jolted their elbow against his hand, causing the blade to clatter to the floor. That's when Nikolas realized it was her, the gypsy he'd met from earlier, Healia. She let his arm go and glanced at the dagger before back at him. "What was that for? Why'd you go and pull a knife on me?!" He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, he was speechless and hypnotized once again by her eyes, mysterious and lovely.

"I...I...Um..." He stammered, unable to use his silver tongue like usual. What was wrong with him?! Healia picked up the blade and handed it to him,

"The first thing here in the Court of Miracles is trust; you must trust your fellow gypsy or no one would get any sleep since they'd be waiting with a weapon, believing someone would steal their stuff. Then where would we be?" He took the blade and she reached beneath her skirt, pulling out a small dagger of her own. "However, it isn't a bad thing to carry a weapon with you for safety precautions. I do it and so do a lot of us, we just don't use them in here." She tucked it back away and he found himself wondering where she hid it. Putting his own weapon away he cleared his throat, hoping he wasn't already failing as an undercover gypsy.

"I was just looking around, what a coincidence I found you." She smiled faintly.

"It wasn't a coincidence, I was looking for you." Nikolas felt his heart speed up and he nodded earnestly.

"Really? Why?" She blushed and looked around her.

"I wanted to talk to you, how did you know my name was Greek?" He smiled at her rosy cheeks, she blushed like the dawn, wait, what? Why was he noticing this sort of thing? She asked him a question, stay focused! He shook his head, clearing his head as much as he could.

"Well, I was born in Greece and learned the language before coming here, with my father." Healia gasped with delight.

"I'm Greek too! My, parents were Greek and I lived there for a few years before coming here." Nikolas felt himself grow strangely flushed at her delighted gaze, was he ill? He certainly felt lightheaded. Maybe he found her attractive? Well that would explain being drawn to her and the pride at making her smile. But he could be so affectionate to a gypsy, he was here on a mission, he had not time this! Then again, maybe this was a blessing in disguise; maybe he could have her help him find out more about this place. That could work! But that meant he'd have to set aside his own heart, even though it was pounding like crazy right now. She would not tear him from his mission, she would not tear him from her mission, she would not...Nikolas suddenly realized she was speaking, her voice very foggy to his mind. Healia on the other hand was slightly confused, why was he staring off into space? Was she boring him? That wasn't a good sign. However thankfully he blinked swiftly, bringing him back to reality and giving a startled.

"Uh, you were saying?" It might have been the blush in his cheeks or the startled look in his eyes but she found him, amusing. Without thinking she began to giggle, covering her mouth as they became hard to control. Nikolas was intrigued and very sheepish, intrigued because it was the first time a woman had ever laughed at him and sheepish, well, because she was laughing at him. His pride burned as much as his cheeks. She finally stopped her fit of giggles and grinned at him.