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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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418 Chs

Deadly

Ford was careful on his watch that night. He was so tired, but Mia's questioning glance at him just before she laid down in her bedroll was invitation enough for him to disregard his own needs.

Well, not entirely, he told himself. He needed to stay on the safest path, and that meant keeping Mia in good health and well being.

So he sat beside her sleeping form, invisible, gently holding her hand. This odd habit of his, for it truly was a habit now, afforded him ample opportunity to think and observe his surroundings.

And Mia.

He tried not to stare at her. His behavior was already strange enough without adding that into the mix.

Yet, her face invited his inspection. He'd called it perfect before, and he couldn't dispute that assessment now. Long eyelashes fanned out on rosy cheeks. With her brow perfectly smooth in relaxation and her lips ever so slightly parted, she seemed ethereal and untouchable even as he held her hand.