Meet Willow Dove, my own take on a "Future Flora!"
I propose that, perhaps, Clive was not the only child Constance Dove had taken in. Perhaps she had a grand daughter who was orphaned very young, before she could clearly remember having parents at all. It was just her, her grandma, and their servants in their big, beautiful manor, lonely for reasons she couldn't articulate. That is until, when Willow is ten years old, her grandma brings home a small boy. Naturally, she latches onto him immediately.
She's told this boy is three years her senior, but he still seems so... small. Scared. Something about him, whether it was how he struggled to speak above a whisper, or how he'd shudder whenever he heard something loud, or how she'd hear him crying to himself in the dead of night, made her think "Something's left you terrified. I'll make sure nothing does ever again."
So, years later, when her baby brother wants justice to rain down on the monsters that ruined his life, she's more than eager to play her part and get him the vindications he so rightly deserves.
This was in no way inspired by Franziska von Karma nor tumblr user musashi's video essay on her that I've listened to five times what are you talking about.
