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.
"PRESENTING HIS ROYAL Highness, Prince Spade, and the fair Lady Alice!"
The walk down the grand staircase passed by in a mind-numbing blur. All Alice could remember was her hand looped with Spade's, her fingers clutching onto the crook of his elbow for dear life.
Each step had been wobbly, her feet barely holding up the weight of her, the dress, and her worries. Spade supported her to the best of his abilities but it wasn't enough.
What Alice needed most was a place to hide from those scrutinizing eyes. The pressure they had on her felt like the might of the ocean. It was suffocating.
"You've done this before," Spade whispered to her from beside her. His voice was but a whisper compared to the music playing in the background. "You can do this again."