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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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67 Chs

Oncoming storm

 Trace retired that night to his room next to the stables. It was a warm, humid evening, and a storm was coming. That was terribly inconvenient.

For one thing, it meant that the horses would be restless. If one of them panicked and became injured, he would be woken to help deal with the problem. For another thing, the thunder often woke others, interrupting the dreams he was investigating.

That could be a problem.

The mattress was also incredibly uncomfortable here. He briefly considered moving to a stack of hay in the barn, but ultimately just rolled over and decided to make the best of things.

Closing his eyes, it wasn't long before the sound of distant thunder faded and the pleasant breeze of his own dream world could be heard.

Wasting no time, he quickly found himself racing amongst the translucent bubbles of other people's dreams. He couldn't find the one he was looking for. Was she up late?