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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 · Fantasia
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115 Chs

The Cedar Tree

SHE HAD NEVER encountered a situation like that before. Cedar's legs were as frail and thin as twigs, his muscles deteriorated beyond belief. To say that they were legs even felt like an exaggeration. If anything, it looked more like there was a layer of discolored skin that clung onto some bare bones.

It had to be the result of being bedridden, Alice deduced. After all, there was no other plausible explanation she could come up with for why his muscles could turn out like that.

Alice couldn't contain herself and had let slip a sharp intake of breath, the sound crisp. She finally understood why Rose Whitaker was so determined to rise to power so quickly. This world, Alice had come to realize, wasn't alike the 21st century. While Gladiolum was far behind her world in the aspect of science and medicine, there was something they had here that the 21st century didn't― magic.