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Dreamwalker's Bride

“You are the least objectionable groom of all the ones I’ve seen,” Anaisa replied seriously. “Thank you for the glowing compliment,” Trace grinned, “but that didn’t quite answer my question.” ___ Anaisa is an orphan and a pariah. In an ultimate act of betrayal, her father, a Count of the Realm, is accused of deserting and betraying the army in a time of war. Not only is he immediately executed for the offense, but the king declares he must have been a fake all along! His two daughters are stripped of their titles and inheritance, replaced by a distant cousin and cast out of their home with nothing. Anaisa swears someday she will get her title and lands back, but in the mean time, she and her sister Katia have to figure out how to survive. Trace is an anomaly among his people; instead of revealing their son as a magic user and thrusting him into the public eye, his parents kept it a secret to allow him to choose the kind of life he wanted. Trace found himself content to rest and play in his own dream world instead of invading the nighttime visions of others. As an adult, his choice to remain unknown is thrown into jeopardy when a mysterious blackmailer forces Trace to enlist in the territorial war between nations, threatening to reveal his secret if the demand is not met. With the war now over, Trace believes he can finally go home to his farm and live the simple, unremarkable life he’s always desired. When Anaisa and Trace are thrown together by a royal edict, the sisters find themselves unwittingly tangled in the web of mystery and intrigue that surrounds the blackmailer’s escalating assignments for Trace. Anaisa begins to suspect it may be connected to the plot to replace her family in the noble court. As the scheme continues to unfold, lives, loves, marriages, and magic will be put to the test to see what forces in the world are strongest.

TheOtherNoble · Fantasy
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424 Chs

Forest at night

The watch that night was more strict than normal. There had been little to look out for in the grasslands, with visibility so low.

The chimera had scared them all, to varying degrees, and now to be in an unexplored forest? It set everyone on edge.

Mia insisted on taking a turn, constantly searching to see if there were a safer place to make camp for the night. There was nothing.

Ford's secondary pull was back in place, which was both a comfort and a distraction. When he turned everyone invisible, it disappeared, confirming her very strong theory that his magic interfered with her own.

That was irritating.

The grasslands had had their sounds at night, which Mia had grown used to. Now, on the edge of the forest, it was different.

No more was the steady rush of the tall grasses flowing one stalk against another in the winds of the night. The flutter of leaves was less predictable, less constant as the breeze filtered through the trees.