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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?


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“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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Image used in cover not mine.

A Courtyard of Roses

SPADE WAITED WITH utmost patience for the seconds to pass. One, two, and when the third full second breezed by without a single response uttered, he reveled a little in his mini victory. The smile he wore on his face was nothing short of radiant. In fact, he felt like he was on cloud nine.

Nothing could bring him down now that he had seen the look of utter horror written across Wyatt's quickly paling face, as well as Hartley's, whose expressions caused his own face to grow pinker and pinker until it nearly matched the shade of his hair.

"Excuse me, what?" Hartley all but yelled right as the king and queen clapped a little in joy.

"How wonderful!" the queen chirped, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of joy.

"It seems like Lady Alice has been brought up well by the Ragan House," the king commented, beaming brightly down at Wyatt, who stiffly bowed in reply.

The Spineless Prince