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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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Tea parties are fun

Trace frowned as he escorted the princess away from her chambers. Anaisa was still inside. Alone. Unprotected.

Not that anyone should have any sort of reason to harm her. Oakdown was already blackmailing and controlling him. There was no one else Trace knew of evil enough to harm women to get something from him. Surely there could only be so much plotting in the palace at a time. Right?

Sapphira reached the tea room and straightened her posture, and glanced over her shoulder at Trace. He tried to give her a bolstering smile. It didn't feel helpful at all. She turned away, morose.

That was just as well; she couldn't depend on him for aid. If anything, he would find himself having to reinforce the plot instead of undermining it.

Maybe he should try to remove himself after all… but then, Oakdown would just find someone else to pull into his schemes.

That was the whole pickle of this situation, and he hated it. Why did it have to be so difficult?