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Gifted a candle that was said to make wishes come true, Alice Clemente burned it to find herself awake in a different world. She had wished for a life of adventure away from the city and its routine. With her wish granted, she was no longer in the 21st century and was instead lost in the middle of the Kingdom of Gladiolum, a place reminiscent of the 1800s.

With luck, she soon gained connections to the rich and powerful of this new world— the nobility. However, how much of it was good and how much of it would eventually be detrimental? After all, mingling with royals not only meant extravagance and daily parties. It also meant warfare and death. 

Caught in the middle of the two princes and other nobles, Alice would soon have to face the battle between those two royal brothers― a fight for the throne.

She had wished for adventure, after all, and she received just as such.

Kept in the center of all this, would Alice be able to emerge from the rabbit hole unscathed? Or will the overwhelming troubles of love and war be too much for her to bear?


***

“And what if you, too, are unable to help?” Alice threw the question back. “What if helping would risk everything?”

Spade didn’t miss a beat.

“You are everything.”

“Don’t say things that you don’t mean,” Alice chided. “You’ll leave a trail of broken hearts.”

“And would you believe me if I say that I have no intention of breaking yours?” Spade countered. “However, mine is yours to play with. Shatter it, fix it, do anything you desire. As long as it feels the warmth of your hand, I am content.”

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A Courtyard of Roses

HIS EYES PRACTICALLY glistened, reflecting the light of the flickering, wavering candle light on the desk a short distance away from the bed. Spade's lips were slightly parted, pink and deliciously plump, causing Alice's eyes to dart towards it for a split second before returning to focus on Spade. 


"Uh…" she trailed off, at a loss for words as she struggled to even out her breathing. "S-Spade?"


The second prince didn't reply her. Instead, he continued to look, to stare, eyeing her like she was a prey that was pressed beneath a predator, about to be devoured. A trace of lust flitted through his eyes, something Alice caught very well, and her heart skipped a beat. 


"W-Wait… S-Spade? What are y-you doing?" she was starting to stammer now, and the prince continued to ignore her words. Instead, Spade leaned forward, his eyes trailing to her lips before slowly meeting her gaze again. 


"Alice…" he murmured, his voice barely audible even with how close they were poised to one another. 


The Fleeting Feeling