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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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Onward

Ford squinted as they left the tunnel. The air here held a chill so deep that he struggled not to shiver. The wind seemed to cut through his coat like a knife.

Mia stepped closer beside him, and he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm to keep it a little warmer. With no gloves, he wouldn't be able to keep her fingers from freezing.

Around them, as far as he could see, was snow. White, icy, frigid snow.

It was bright here not because of the sun, but because of the sheer reflection of what light there was onto the white landscape. It hurt his eyes after being in the dark all day. What time of day was it?

The thick clouds, pushed by the insistent wind, gave little hint as to what the sky above them held.

"How long until nightfall?" Anaisa was the first to speak, looking around at their surroundings. "Should we make camp inside the tunnel, out of the wind?"