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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 · 奇幻言情
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343 Chs

War, what is it good for?

Anaisa squealed as she ducked and tried to get away. Her plans were over, and now she had to improvise. Flicking her hand behind her, she raised a wall of snow that Trace easily knocked down.

She was clearly going to lose, but she couldn't give up so easily on a fight she'd started.

With a flick of her finger, she turned the snow Trace was running on into a sheet of glassy, slippery ice. As soon as his feet began to slide, he lifted into the air and flew after Anaisa. She should have seen that coming; hadn't he taken her flying in his own dream just the night before?

Anaisa fell flat on her belly as Trace whizzed past her, over her head. She grinned and rolled to the side, smothering herself into the embrace of a snowbank. Holding her breath, she waited.

Sensing Trace drawing closer, she held perfectly still, hidden in the blanket of white ice crystals.