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.
HOWEVER MUCH GRACEFUL Dahlia Capell was beforehand, she was just as unsightly at the moment.
She was on her knees in front of the throne, her hair disheveled, clothes torn in some areas, and her face red and swollen on one side. Streaks of dried tears marked her beautiful face, running down her cheeks. The swell of her eyes, however, was a tell-tale sign that she had only just stopped crying.
Gone was the image Alice had grown familiar with of the noble lady. Now, she looked like a pauper that had lost her home.
"My goodness," Alice muttered under her breath, unable to hold her shock.
No one other than Spade ― who had been standing right beside her ― heard her words. He shook his head subtly, his eyes clear of any emotion. Alice wondered what must be running through his mind at the moment. After all, he was with her when they saw Dahlia Capell and her lover on the streets.
Spade was the one that didn't wish to report her.