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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. If you enjoy this book, check out my other one, Pushing Back Darkness!

TheOtherNoble · Fantaisie
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453 Chs

Preparations

Mia sat next to her aunt, sorting out what they would need for the final push to rescue Uncle Trace.

Now that they had Martin with them, it felt like the end was in sight. That their goal of so long was finally almost within reach, and yet…

The young woman was profoundly distracted.

That filled her with guilt, alternating with elation, pricked with anxiety.

Ford had walked off with her father shortly before, and the last look he sent her felt like an apology. An apology for what, she could guess, based on the fact that he asked her father to go gather firewood with him.

Another bit of fear jabbed at her, but she suppressed it. It didn't last long anyway; the memory of Ford holding her, kissing her–

"Mia?" Anaisa's voice broke through into the reverie, startling Mia.

"Yes, Aunt Annie?" She tried to cover her distraction.

"Are you feeling alright?" The older woman tilted her head.