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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 · Fantasia
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418 Chs

Waking up

Anaisa sat straight up in bed, startled. What a strange dream!

She remembered every detail with startling clarity. The feel of Trace's shoulder against her cheek, the spray of water through the air, the laughter.

She shivered. It was dawn.

Out of all the things or people in the world she could have called into her dream once she realized what it was, her mind had brought Trace. Her face burned. She tried to remind herself that he had secrets. He could still be an assassin of some kind. A spy. A murderer? 

She shouldn't have such intense feelings for him that her stomach knotted into lumps when she thought about how he would react to knowing she'd had such a dream about him!

Did he dream about her?

She shivered again, electing to get out of bed and get dressed before Sapphira woke and started screaming for her. Likely she would want to go out again today, and Anaisa would have to pretend to be the princess once again.