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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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I can't

Mia kicked Harper again, terror spurring her on. She looked neither left nor right, but continued forward, looking not for the path now, but for safety.

Ahead, in the distance, the red seemed to fade. She had to get there. Had to reach beyond the place where these flowers fell like feathersoft razors.

The first few to hit her skin, she dismissed easily, but the streaks could only be ignored for so long. Blood. She was sure of it, or at least sure enough to let horror take hold and make her push Harper harder than she ever had before.

Even the previous day's sprint could not match the effort of the moment. Standing slightly in the stirrups, Mia urged the horse into the fastest possible pace.

Harper was not the quickest animal amongst them. The others could keep up, she was sure… well, except for Denholm's former horse, who she didn't know very well. She glanced over at Ford, who was thankfully still beside her.