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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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We've met before

Mia blinked and opened her eyes to look at Gary. He stared at her, open-mouthed.

"Could you repeat that?" He asked slowly, putting down the plate of food.

"Martin. You were here with him, weren't you?" Mia searched Gary's eyes. It was so long ago, so vague. The name rang a bell, but there could be more than one person with such a name.

Still, to be here at the cave? It couldn't be a coincidence.

"How do you know about Martin?" Gary's eyes narrowed. "Did he give you the map?"

Ford shifted uncomfortably, but Mia ignored him.

"So it was you," She squinted, trying to make the face in front of her make sense of the darkness of her memories.

None of the faces of her captors were clear in her mind. The names filtered through the darkness as they'd spoken to one another, but there were very few images in that part of her mental history.