The Hunchback and the QueenClopin smiled as she looked up to the bell-tower of Notre-Dame, she was waiting for her public, for the children she would entertain. She was thinking of the story that she would give them that day. Some women stopped by, with their kids in hand, some man would stay in the distance, admiring her beautiful voice, which was the only reason people used to come by.The Hunchback and the Queen by Minato-and-Minako
She was not as stunning as Esmeralda, she was not as enchanting in her dancing, but she had something that no one could take away from her, and that was her vocalization. Beautiful as a flower, strong as a thunder, her songs were as mesmerizing as the murmurs of a mermaid in a night filled with fog and desperation.
She bowed slightly to everyone who was present in front of her tiny little stage and began to sing. This time, the tale was about something she heard a long time ago, when she was but a child. She sang about an angel, a sage, the pure, the impure… She sang about a demon. The narrative was about a group of gypsie