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

The Loss of a Child

Hi guys, sorry it's a little late, just been really busy with the week, almost done, really sad chapter here, please read and review!  

"And as you see your majesty, it was an unfortunate death borne of anxiety and hasty actions." Frollo finished, giving a low bow. The king stroked his double chin while a grief stricken Lamond desperately tried to hold back his sorrow.

"So what you are saying is that Nikolas De Pierre Pont, my son, grew frantic to find a solution to prove himself. Eventually he found a gypsy who he believed could give him the answers he needed so he tried to trap her. However it backfired due to his poor planning and he ended up being chased to the docks where he was to flee only to fall onto a jagged piece of driftwood, piercing his heart. Is that the story, Monsieur Frollo?" Lamond inquired between clenched teeth. Frollo kept his face emotionless, making a mental note to repent several times for lying to such an extent.

"I'm afraid so, you have my condolences Monsieur." He said softly, straightening his judicial robes. Lamond gave him a glare, eyes watering.

"What exactly were you doing this entire time while he did this elaborate plan?" Frollo responded without the slightest hesitation.

"I had tried working with him for a while before falling ill of an infected wound. I was in depths of fever but I did my best to tell him to wait until I'd regained my health, seeing how he barely knew such a large city. But he didn't listen, saying the maps would be enough to keep him safe." The king spoke up,

"Well I am indeed sorry for the loss of such a strong, handsome youth who would have done France some good. Where might you want him buried Lamond?" The advisor bit his inner cheek, a single tear sliding down his pale cheek.

"His mother was buried in Paris, the city we were married in before moving back to Greece to care for him. He shall be buried in Paris with her; she wouldn't want him so far away." Lamond whispered sadly, looking at the polished marble flood as his throat grew stuffy. Frollo gave a curt nod and the king sighed.

"Such a shame, thank you for the report Frollo, anything good with the gypsies?" The king inquired.

"Indeed,in the end Nikolas did not die in vain seeing his plan had some good results.Afterwards the gypsy leader sent a letter saying they would not steal as long as I did not hunt them. I agreed to these terms but letting them know that even though I would not hunt them, any who disobeyed the law of the crown would result in punishment. He too agreed and now we have a compact. Also this large population of foreigners has brought forth many new items for trade which will only strengthen Paris and France itself. In the end I believe Nikolas has achieved his goal, even if it cost his life." Lamond did not answer; he stood there, lost in the memories of a toddler Nikolas walking for the first time into his arms, little Nikolas drawing and giggling, Nikolas a young boy and learning to write and read and...Iona, Nikolas' mother. Her beautiful smile,dainty feet made for dancing, wild rich dark hair the color of chocolate and her deep, thoughtful brown eyes that had captivated him on the evening he visited a Greek festival, watching her sing and dance. Iona, at least she wouldn't be alone in heaven anymore, she'd have her little boy. Her precious γιος. The memory of baby Nikolas sleeping in his mother's arms was too much. With a swift bow he left, off to grieve alone, to grieve the loss of his son.