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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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Waiting is the worst

Trace lingered in the sitting room, hearing the bustling sounds indicating the women were awake, but not having seen any sign of them just yet.

He'd woken this morning with strongly mixed emotions. Dejection and frustration at how he'd failed to give Anaisa even a single hint as to any of the information she wanted to know. He took a deep breath and ran one hand through his hair, waiting.

The other part of him was delirious with joy over the free, joyful, fervent way Anaisa had kissed him. It made his heart beat faster just thinking of the memory. And yet… he hadn't seen her since waking.

The last time they had kissed in a dream, she sequestered herself in her room for days. Granted, she'd been poisoned and had needed to recover, but he still worried the longer she took to emerge.

Normally, she was out long before now. Was she avoiding him?