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What She Means to Me

Vivaldi x Alice

She was like the rose buds she often found in her garden; they were pretty and tiny, yet hid so much potential.

Indeed, she was a bud of wondrous youth, blessed with beauty and the fire of young age, destined to only grow even more splendid with time. It was perhaps the most beautiful flower she had ever seen, a pleasure that she never knew existed.

In this boring world of boorish testosterone, she was like a sweet breath of air, a welcome release. Vivaldi didn't have to hide behind a castle of stuffed animals or in the more forbidden rose garden of her younger brother. To this rose, she could forget all her fronts and queenly expectations. In front of her, Vivaldi could forget it all and just be herself.

Yes, she was a gentle blossom of a woman, and the Queen of Hearts was sure as hell won't let any of those uncouth male behemoths taint this precious flower.


A/N: Yes, cutting down the word count. I feel semi successful with writing shorter drabbles.

Not much to say. Thanks for reading~