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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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Flash flood

Ford's eyes narrowed.

"More serious in what way?"

He'd been understatedly amazed at her competence in setting up a camp. Her priorities in which items to dry first, her calm and methodical care for the horses. She seemed mildly unsettled when she realized he was watching her, and he knew it probably seemed quite rude.

He wouldn't be much help anyway. More of a hindrance, the way she moved from task to task easily and quickly in the relatively small space.

But when she returned from filling the canteens, her face was different. Concerned, and… apologetic?

Mia looked up, and Ford followed her gaze. Directly above, an outcropping of rock hid the sky from them.

"I'm afraid there's a storm coming," She told him with a frown.

"Well, then it's good we have this shelter," He tilted his head. It would be better to weather a storm here out of the rain than on the surface, directly in reach of the elements.