Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Alice in Wonderland, I merely use them for my own writings.

Summary: What if Alice died in the end? An alternate take on Mirana and Alice after the battle. Drabble. MAlice

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We lay together on her bed with arms aching, blood dripping down our bodies, I realize that this might be the last time I will ever be held by my queen. She firmly holds me, tears rolling down her pale skin. Yet, there is no indication that she is crying; no sounds or whimpers. It confuses me. I'm freezing... shivering, lost in the pain. My body is severed in several different spots, slowly bleeding out.

Mirana wouldn't let me die on the frontlines. She had pulled over to the side before the Jabberwocky could finish me off. Everything blanked out afterward. She wanted to be alone with me, or so I assume. I've never thought that I would be loved like this, especially on my death bed. I feel the strain of tears rising inside, making their way up and out of my eyes. I break down, even though it hurts me even more.

"Hush..." she says, soothingly. "You're safe, now." Her voice shakes slightly.

I buried my face into her chest and kept sobbing as she caresses my hair. Her radiant white dress is blood-stained; the liquid pools all around us.

"I'm so sorry," I cried. "I couldn't them!"

"I don't care about the battle, Alice." She places both hands on either side of my face and I gaze into her blood-shot eyes.

"I..." She stops me midsentence and gently places a finger on my lips.

"Rest, my champion," Mirana sombrely spoke. I can see resent in her eyes; she knew that I could never overcome a creature so powerful known as the Jabberwocky. She removes her finger from my lips. "You are all that matters to me."

Tears still roll down our faces, mixing with the blood. I feel dizzy, nauseous...

My body is pressed against her own, held so tightly that not even a warrior could escape from her embrace. I've always wondered how heartache felt, but I didn't want to feel it this way.

As my life slips away, a unique thought comes to mind; would I make it home... even if I die here? I find myself trying to ask Mirana, but all I feel is a knot twisting inside. I can't cry out in pain.

"My love," she speaks quietly. "Worry no more..."

Everything fades away, and I am left in the trenches of her love. The last thing I felt were her lips brushing against mine as I listen to the solemn crying. This is a fate worse than death.