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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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424 Chs

Waking up slowly

Anaisa was the last into the room, and she imagined, the most anxious. She needed Trace with her. Her soul ached from his absence, and her body was exhausted from the trek up endless stairs and through corridors of black stone.

Who lived in a black stone castle anyway? What kind of interior design was it to have such ominous surroundings? It was positively ridiculous!

She preferred the little farmhouse Trace had built before they were married to this depressing, frightening place.

Though she wasn't frightened!

No one could scare her enough to keep her from her husband!

Anaisa straightened her shoulders as she held onto Ford's hand and looked with surprise into the vast room.

This room alone might be as tall and as large as the palace in her home country. She wasn't even sure she could actually see the ceiling! The black stone made it rather difficult to tell whether there was simply shadow or an actual roof to this awful place.