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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 · Fantasi
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A bit of water

Mia rifled through her pack. She hadn't thought her saddlebags carried any of the healing water, but after the first day climbing the cliffs, they had rebalanced and reorganized the saddlebags to make things easier on the horses that were having trouble ascending–

"HERE!" She cried a little louder than she meant to. She drew the marked canteen from Harper's bag and turned.

To her horror, Ford was now lying unconscious, almost as pale as the white slate on which he lay.

"No," The breathy whisper preceded her rush to his side by the barest second. "Ford, Ford wake up."

She pulled his head to her lap, with her father's help, and tried to rouse him. His eyes slit open, and she smiled desperately.

"You need to drink this," Seth pulled the canteen from his daughter's quivering hands and uncorked it, urging Ford to take a sip of the water.

"I'm fine," The younger man grumped after he swallowed. "I told you."