webnovel

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
Peringkat tidak cukup
418 Chs

Ready to dance

Anaisa was fed a minimal luncheon before she was plunged back into the preparations for the ball. This day of pampering and beauty treatments might have delighted many a noblewoman, but she found them anywhere from tedious to mildly alarming.

She hated it most when her eyebrow hairs were plucked. How many people would get close enough to her face to see a single out of place hair?

It was the first time screaming at one of the servants came from her own desire and not simply an effort to impersonate Sapphira.

"Am I not going to be wearing a mask anyway??" She snapped. "Why is this necessary?"

"The face powder we will apply goes on more smoothly–" The woman began.

"Again–mask!" Anaisa interrupted. "Why is face powder involved at all here?"

"It's only a half-mask," Sapphira chirped from the corner with amusement. "You will still have makeup." 

A knock at the door interrupted the escalating argument, and Trace entered with a bow.