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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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"What?" Trace heard Anaisa's voice from behind him, but he had to concentrate on the path ahead. The trail was fairly steep and the guard he carried wasn't light, especially as unconscious dead weight.

"Emily. She told me who else is in there just now," He told her. "And I couldn't wait any longer. Now we'll have one less guard to worry about. If we're lucky, some others will come looking for him soon and we'll be able to pick them off one by one instead of storming the entrance against all of them at once."

"But won't that make them suspicious?" Anaisa's voice was concerned. He paused, panting from the exertion of the conversation and the weight he carried.

"They may figure he got lost, or found his ram and had trouble carrying it back by himself. I'm hoping they'll be more annoyed than worried by his disappearance."

"What did Emily say??" Anaisa pressed, and Trace turned again to continue walking.