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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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Fixing things

Mia closed her eyes in frustration, but managed to school her face into an obedient smile before she turned towards her father.

"Coming, Papa," She called back to him.

"I hope I didn't get you into trouble," Ford fretted under his breath, but Mia brushed him off without responding.

Even if he did get her into trouble, she could handle it… she hoped.

Her father stood gazing up the next level of stairs, his eyes seemingly intentionally averted from where Mia had been lingering with Ford. His attempted nonchalance irked her, but she masked her feelings behind a tight smile.

"Yes, Papa?" She asked gently.

"While there's still a little bit of light left, I thought you and I might scout ahead a shelf or two, to see how the horses might handle things tomorrow," He explained. "A couple of the shelves were a bit of a jump today, and knowing a bit of what we're in for will smooth things a bit, don't you think?"