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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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Runaway child

By the time the sun broke the horizon, Ford was satisfied they were far enough away from the farm to not be in immediate danger of being caught. The light was welcome as it let him see the terrain ahead, but it was also their enemy since it made the two riders more readily visible.

Mia was guiding them steadfastly in the same direction, and Ford hoped that the woman truly knew where they were headed.

After some time, she reined her horse in and dismounted.

"We should let them rest, they've done well," She told him, and then looked at his injured leg with some consternation.

He felt the same. If he were able to get down, was there any guarantee he could get up again?

Nearby was a creek, which likely ran towards the river separating nations. Mia took the reins of the horse she'd ridden and tied the creature on a bush within reach of the water.