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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 · ファンタジー
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355 Chs

Thirsty

"What if this place is magic?" Daniel surprised Ford by being the first one to chime in with an opinion. "This circle. Maybe we're not supposed to make a fire here. And the flowers… maybe we shouldn't trample more of them than we have to."

"That's an interesting perspective," Mia pulled away from her aunt's hug to look at her cousin. "I have to agree that we made good time today, considering, but part of that was due to skipping lunch. I'm starving!"

Ford's stomach grumbled loudly as if to accentuate the statement, and he dismounted without waiting for help. 

Mia's eyes flashed towards him, darting significantly to his leg. She'd caught him masking the injuries again. Oh well, it wasn't really her business whether he hurt himself worse or not, was it?