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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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Losing control

 Trace's frustration and fear moved to borderline panic when Anaisa was separated from him, He turned, hitting both his fists against the wall Sanders had created with Trace's power.

Shattering it, he grabbed Anaisa's hand, only to have the earth break in half and pull them apart. Trace hastily conjured a bridge across it, and ran to her again. Searing flames roared up from the chasm, creating another barrier between Trace and his wife.

"STOP!" He turned and screamed at Sanders. It felt like a gross violation to have his powers used without his consent. He could sense the magic surging from him as Sanders used it. He could not rip control of his power away from Sanders, but it seemed like he could still use it independently, flowing out of him twice as quickly as before. 

To battle Sanders like this would be an endless stalemate. He could only hope the man would see reason and cease trying to manipulate him through the use of his own powers.