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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

"WHAT HAVE WE got, Dorian?" Spade asked as he entered the cold, stone-walled dungeons.

He had changed into fresh bandages, patching himself up nicely as he had always done before. When he arrived in front of the jail cell that housed its newest prisoner, Spade wore a bright grin on his face, one that held more evil than joy.

"He's been unwilling to talk, Your Highness," Dorian replied, short and simple as always.

He took a step back away from the bars of the call to slightly bow in greeting. Then, from the side just out of reach, he carefully took the sword that had been placed against the wall, passing it over to Spade. The latter took it casually, unsheathing the blade. Under the dim lighting of the dungeons, the silver metal gleamed like a diamond under fierce light.

The King's Return