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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 Roses Painted Red

IT HAD TAKEN Alice way too much energy to tear herself away from Spade's alluringly piercing gaze. She had found a feeble excuse for herself before rushing off, claiming that she had to use the washroom urgently to touch up.

Spade had watched her leave, an amused smile dancing upon his lips last Alice checked. However, she didn't keep her gaze on him after a few more steps. 

Alice didn't want Spade to know how flustered he made her feel with just one simple word.

The classical music from the ballroom faded away into the background with every step Alice took away. Her heels clicked against the cold stone of the palace floors, but even that couldn't quell the burning flame that was rising in Alice's body. It scorched her, only growing in ferocity whenever she thought back to Spade.