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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. If you enjoy this book, check out my other one, Pushing Back Darkness!

TheOtherNoble · Fantasia
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453 Chs

Comforting the breaking

Ford's heart ached as Mia slipped to the ground. She buried her head in her hands and seemed to whimper, and he worried. Was she hurt worse than she'd let on?

He took a sip of the healing water, watching with brief fascination as the wounds healed. Putting the cork back in, he handed it back to Daniel and turned away.

Could he comfort Mia in front of her father? Would the man object? He asked the question with his eyes, and Seth moved forward, past him, to kneel next to his daughter.

Well, that answered that question. Grandpa clapped Ford on the shoulder and got a length of rope from his saddle.

"Let's go collect some flowers, shall we?" He asked the younger man.

"Sure," Ford cast a last glance at the woman on the ground, who was leaning into her father's arms. Clearly, he wasn't needed for this.