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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.

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The Eavesdropper and the Warning

"SOMEONE HEARD US," Hartley concluded, standing up to his feet. His palms were slammed against the table as he got up, a frown causing his eyebrows to furrow.

"This is going to be messy," Wyatt said with a sigh, tightening the gloves on his hands. "Should I get Miles, Your Highness?"

"No," answered Hartley. He reached over to his sword that was resting against the table, always at the ready in case he ever needed it. Grabbing it, he secured it to his belt with purpose. "Or do you think I'm not enough to handle it?"

A slow smile curved Wyatt's lips leisurely. "Of course not, Your Highness. I know for a fact that you're fully capable."

"Why are you two not panicking?" Alice asked, alarmed. "After you've just told me that people who are known to have any relation to magic are burned? At the stake? Like death row criminals?!"