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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 Man Incapable of Love

"EXCUSE ME?"

Alice shook her head a little, blinking dazedly as she stared at the second prince in disbelief. A part of her was glad that she was finished with packing the medical supplies because she knew that if she held the bottle of salve still, it would've crashed onto the ground the second Spade threw his out-of-nowhere question.

Spade, who Alice had always known as someone cool and suave, suddenly grew sheepish. He let go of all pretenses, allowing his pale face to showcase hints of a violently red blush. Turning his line of sight away, he scratched at the back of his head.

"That sounded better in my head," he admitted. "Forget I said that."

Even though she wasn't sure why, Alice felt her head drop in her chest for a split second.

"You can't just propose to a girl and then demand she forgets about it," she said.