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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 · Fantaisie
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Confidant

Anaisa woke with a blush and bit her lip. She could almost feel Trace's mouth against her own, and her fingers moved to check of their own volition, though there was no one else in the room.

Her face heated further, wondering how she was still so much bolder in her dreams than in reality.

Well, that part, at least, was easy enough to deduce. They lived in the palace, and slept in separate rooms, and were constantly around Princess Sapphira or others. They had been alone so little after that first week… What a strange marriage it had been so far!

If only they had stayed out at the little farm… but then, poor Katia! What poor state would her sister be in now, if Trace had resisted or ignored the blackmail letters?

Still, the idea tugged at her thoughts of how lovely her life could be now, working alongside Trace. Beloved.

Did he love her? He hadn't said so. Anaisa was sure he cared for her, deeply. The way she cared for him.