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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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Fire!

Mia had a split second to brace herself for being burned alive. The shock of it was nothing she could absorb, and her eyes involuntarily clenched shut.

The heat was enough to make her skin hurt, but not so badly as she'd imagined. Once she'd burned her hand on the cookstove, and this wasn't so bad as that had been. That confused her. Maybe dragon fire was less painful because it was magic? 

After several seconds, she pried one eye open, and then the other.

The dragons were not aiming for the humans at all. Their faces had turned downwards, propelling fire into the crack which surrounded the tree. The scar in the earth grew a little wider and a little longer, almost meeting in a full circle around the magical tree.

That confused her only for a moment. Denholm spoke, his voice quivering with anger.

"They're… digging it up?" He gritted out. "They're going to take it? But how?"