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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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418 Chs

The Miner

The copper mines were backbreaking labor. Every moment breathing in this damp, humid hell, deep in the earth, was torture.

Ford cursed his miserable existence. He probably would have grown to a better height had he not been living underground, hunched in the darkness, for the last eleven years of his life.

And they told him he was lucky! The mine owner had taken pity on him, an eight year old orphan. His mother dead of disease after being impregnated by some foreigner, his uncle who'd been raising him crushed in a mine collapse. He was given his uncle's job so that he had a way to feed himself.

Otherwise, he would have been shipped off to the orphanage. And Foundrel orphanages were far worse than the mines.

There was plenty of work to be had back then. The war with Foundrel's neighboring nation across the river had taken many lives. His uncle could just have easily been killed in battle as in the depths of the earth.

Ford resented all of it.