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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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Yellow and Green

Anaisa felt Trace's arms tense before she turned to the newcomer. She nearly jumped when she saw his costume.

Yellow, and green, and looking exactly like Sapphira had described.

"May I have this dance?" He asked in a deep affectation that was surely not his natural voice.

For once, there were not half a dozen to choose from; this man was particularly bold to ask before the prior dance partner had even released her.

"I'd be delighted," She pulled away from Trace and addressed him briefly, altering her tone slightly for the benefit of the stranger. If he wanted to change his voice, she would do the same. "Thank you for the dance, Sir."

"It was my pleasure," Trace answered tersely with a barely-concealed glare at the new man.

That was interesting. Anaisa had gathered that part of Trace's blackmail must have been to implant dreams about this man into the princess's mind, but why he couldn't just tell her that was a mystery.