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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 Yellow Brick Road's End

ALICE STOOD PANICKED in the middle of the silence. She whipped her head back and forth, her eyes darting around desperately but to no avail. No matter how much she searched and scoured her surroundings, she still came up with the same results as before.

Nothing.

"Spade!" she called out again into the void, desperate for a reply. However, just like she had suspected, nothing greeted her but a gust of cold wind.

Her fingers were still pressed tightly against the wood of the carriage, afraid that if she let go, it would disappear too, leaving her truly alone in this vast span of nothingness. Alice could make out the vague outlines of the tree trunks, shrubs, and various flora. However, there were no other signs of life. Even the birds were missing from the branches or the sky.

Everything was peacefully silent. In contrast, Alice's heart was churning in turmoil.