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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.

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Royal visit

The king visited the princess's chambers with a grave expression. He looked with some relief at his daughter, who was still tearfully staring at Anaisa lying on the sofa.

Trace hadn't liked the spoiled princess before, but her genuine concern for his wife went a long way in endearing her to him.

"What happened?" King Harold demanded of the doctor.

"I gather she was poisoned," The doctor held out a dish of special treats, which had been tested with a silver needle in the man's possession and found to contain the poison.

"What else can be done?" The king looked down at the sofa, not reacting.

"Nothing for now. If you will excuse me, I will go mix more of the detoxifying drink for when she awakens." The doctor bowed deeply and the king nodded, dismissing the old man.

"Are there no magical doctors?" Trace frowned at the monarch.