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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 · แฟนตาซี
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You got some 'splainin to do

Grandpa handled most of the explaining after the boys, Mia's cousins, were sent to bed. Anaisa turned several shades of unnatural colors ranging from bright red when she heard Denholm's name to eerily pale at the part of the story where Trace was carried off by wights.

"If it were anyone else telling me this, I would doubt their word," She closed her eyes at the end of the tale. "Where is that boy? The one that started all this?"

"Ford didn't start anything," Mia put in on a defensive impulse, but her aunt's warning look closed her mouth.

"He came here, with a map to that cursed cave, and brought with him names that were best forgotten and memories long buried." She said softly. "If it weren't for him, none of this would have happened. So I'll ask again, where is he?"

"We don't know," Seth gritted his teeth. "The blasted boy's talent for disappearing means he could be dozens of miles away by now, or right outside the window looking in."