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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

"Rose Whitaker was never the woman I desired to marry," Hartley said, a cold laugh leaving his lips. "And if it weren't for the fact that my mother arranged this, if it weren't for the fact that I would one day be king…"

"Prince Hartley," Alice suddenly said, her voice stern. "You are drunk."

He stared at her quietly, not a word leaving his lips. However, the way he looked at her sent Alice's hair rising all over her body. His eyes raked over every inch of her figure, and if it weren't for the fact that she knew she was clothed, she might even wonder if she was showing anything indecent.

Yet, despite his gaze lingering longer than usual, it wasn't sleazy by any means. If anything, Hartley's eyes were filled with longing― but that was something Alice did not dare to accept.

"Do you think there is another reality out there where I'm not the crown prince?" Hartley softly asked.

The Start of the End