At last, the servants had finally finished getting her prepared to go out to the belltower. She was now fully dressed and wrapped in some of the finest furs to keep her warm against the cold. Although the ride wasn’t terribly long but it was winter, and it was highly likely that the belltower was cold as well, seeing as there was no way to heat the place.
She walked down the steps, finally approaching Frollo. Leaning down she scratched at Lady’s ears and gave her a soft pat. “Cheer up, Lady, darling. You get to take a little trip out of the house today!”
Standing up straight, she looked up at Frollo, a small smile on her face. She was happy to finally be going up to the belltower. It was about time she got to getting Rapunzel’s magic. Considering the fact that she was with child, growing older faster than the average person with each passing day was not ideal for the situation. That, and, she had to admit - she missed Rapunzel. After seeing her just about every day for 18 years and then suddenly not seeing her in so long, of course she did.
Then, of course, there was the issue of Lady. The poor thing had been lazing about, crying every so often. Gothel made the assumption that Lady was bored, but there wasn’t much she could do about it other than let her climb up on the bed and play with her a bit here and there. It seemed to cheer the dog up a little, but she still seemed depressed. So hopefully, this little outing would improve the dog’s mood.
“Are we ready?” she asked Frollo, reaching out to hook her arm in his.
“We are,” he replied, allowing her to link arms with him as he closed the lid to the basket. There were air holes and light holes in it, as so not to suffocate or frighten Lady, and he escorted both the dog and Gothel to his carriage, helping Gothel in and placing Lady’s basket on the seat in between them, pulling the top back again so she could poke out her head. A chill was settling across Notre Dame, with snowfall threatening in the great grey clouds overhead, and he was glad Gothel was wrapped up warm within his carriage. The last thing he wanted was for her to get sick, and possibly lose the divine miracle she carried within her womb. There was a comfortable silence almost the whole way to the Cathedral, until Frollo broke it.
“I have a suprise for you,” he said with a smirk as the carriage rolled to a stop, before swiftly stepping out of it with the dog basket under one arm, and holding out one hand to help Gothel out of the carriage. He wanted to remain tight-lipped about the other dogs, who would be returning home with them, and he wanted to see what she made of them, the older, ungroomed mutt and the admittedly adorable puppies. The only thing he was worried about was how Gothel would fare on the stairs up, but he would always be there to support her; always.
“Are you ready to see your daughter again?”