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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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A Courtyard of Roses

For as long as she had met the queen, Alice was sure that the scheming, vile woman had never liked a single hair on her body. The sort of malice that radiated off the queen's expression when she set her eyes upon the younger girl was the same kind that could cause goosebumps to rise and red flags to wave.

The only other person that could ever come close in comparison would be Lady Rose. She was another woman that Alice would hate to cross paths with.

Yet, now, Alice was seated in the red rose pavilion, a lavish spread of tea and cakes in front of her. Lady Rose Whitaker sat directly opposite her, pristine and perfect as ever, sipping on her chamomile tea. The queen, on the other hand, was at the head of the table, cutting into a slice of strawberry shortcake.

The Feeling of Home