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A Courtyard of Roses

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.” *** Image used in cover not mine.

twelvewstars · Fantasy
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115 Chs

The Dodo

"WHAT HAVE YOU done?" roared Hartley, grabbing Spade by the lapels of his coat. 

The second prince's expression was cold, stable, unmoving as he stared hard at his brother. He didn't even bother turning over to look at the dead body of the maid, who was now collapsed by his blade. 

Silently, he withdrew his sword, flicking it to get the blood off his blade. The drops of blood splattered onto the ground nearby. When Spade sheathed the weapon, a sharp ringing noise echoed down the corridor. 

"I didn't kill her, if that's what you're implying," Spade replied calmly. "Surely you saw that with your own eyes. She was the one that slit her own throat and even left us a nice little prophecy to crack."

"She wouldn't be dead if you hadn't given her a weapon," hissed Hartley. 

"And what?" retorted Spade. He sneered. "And let her kill Alice instead?"