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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 · Fantasía
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Sarcasm is lost on some people

Issachar stared at Trace, clearly confused by the man's strange joke. Trace sighed.

The humor was as much for his own sake as the boy's. He didn't like having two men with spears watching his every movement as if he were some sort of spy or criminal.

Well, he was sort of a spy, but not the kind with ill intentions. In fact, he very much wanted out of the business of spying entirely! If only he could find some way to cleanly accomplish that without endangering anyone, he would do so in a heartbeat.

The morning wore on, and Trace worked hard, his frustration showing itself in the merciless way he worked his muscles at the various tasks of the stables. He was going to be sore the next day for certain, but this was better than letting his emotions out in other ways with two pairs of eyes watching every move.

At the very least, they could report that he was a hard worker, right? Maybe that would count in his favor if he ever got to see the king.