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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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Invisible

Ford's heart was still racing from the presence of the beasts that had loomed over the pair. He'd held Mia in place, terrified that she would get some wild idea about running away into her head, and he would lose track of her.

When the birds had finally left, he kept them invisible, fearing the avians' return, and helped Mia to her feet. With just the two of them, his magic could last much longer. Not quite indefinite, but long enough for them to walk safely back to the rest of the group, certainly.

He started to turn to do just that when Mia swayed.

Alarmed, he pulled her against him and evaluated what to do next. His initial impulse was to turn them visible so he could check her for injuries, ask her if she was all right!

The birds had come very close several times; perhaps he'd missed a moment where a talon or beak had slipped past his guard and hurt her. Or maybe in pushing her to the ground he'd caused her to twist her ankle or hit a sharp rock!