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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

Onward and inward

Anaisa chewed her lip, waiting. Walking back and forth along a broad stretch of sand next to a sea.

The waves kept time for her, if time had any meaning here.

Growing restless, she stopped her pacing and looked out over the water. Fake water, of course, conjured by her own mind. Modeled after the sea of Trace's dreamworld.

But not nearly as pretty as his.

Oh, his dreams were wonderful! Gorgeous!

Whereas hers began anew each night, from some model of her subconscious attempting to process the day or her feelings in an odd way, his was steadfast, eternal.

She wanted to go back.

But first, they had much to do. Plenty to accomplish.

A vacation to Trace's dream world could be her reward to look forward to at the end of it all.

Another wave crashed upon the sand, larger than the one before. The sound swept over her like an irritated huff.

Patience was not one of her stronger virtues.