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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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Thought experiments

Mia reached out for Ford's hand before they followed the others into the tunnel. Yesterday, she'd been so preoccupied with the aftermath of his kiss that she hadn't truly thought about following Martin through his cave.

She'd simply moved, her mind racing through the implications of Ford's declaration of feelings for her. Now, she shied away from the darkness that reminded her of the first time she'd been in a cave with Martin.

He squeezed her hand, seeming to understand that she needed him in more ways than one.

Martin led the group with his torch. Anaisa and Grandpa followed behind, with the young couple bringing up the rear. Of course, no one but Martin would have commented on their hand holding.

No one spoke much along the way. Martin's warnings of things deep in the earth had raised Mia's fears, and she looked for the nearest dangerous creature on impulse.

The direction of the pull told her almost nothing at all, of course.