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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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343 Chs

Lavender

Ford blinked at the bizarre sight that opened up in the middle of a mature, dense forest.

Lavender covered most of the clearing ahead. There were no trees in a wide, perfect circle. It was nearly eerie how perfectly round the clearing was, with not a tree branch nor root breaching what seemed like an invisible barrier.

"Let's go. There." Mia pointed to the far side. The scent of the lavender rose like incense through the air as the horses walked across it, slowing their pace and breathing heavily.

They had been pushed hard on the way here.

"Are we safe?" Seth asked his daughter as he looked around. "What is this place?"

"I have no idea," Mia gulped. "I was looking for the safest place to spend the night."

Ford was only half-listening, his eyes focused on the crisp waterfall flowing out of the top of a cliff the height of two men.