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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 · Fantasy
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71 Chs

Reflexes are key

Trace watched with wide eyes as two guards approached to grab Ulrich. His demeanor changed like lightning, and the sergeant charged at Trace.

"You–" He snarled, but the insult was never completed. 

Reacting with the speed of a seasoned soldier, Trace used the adrenaline already pumping through his veins from the stress of the royal audience to fend off the attack.

Thankfully Ulrich was unarmed, having surrendered his spear to the throne room guards on the way in, or else it would have been far more difficult. 

Trace brought his right fist into an uppercut that knocked Ulrich's chin towards the ceiling, following it with a jab to the ribs. 

Ulrich cried out as he fell, holding one hand to his jaw. He grimaced and spat blood. 

"SEIZE HIM!" The king roared, and Trace hoped he was not included in the order. 

Before the guards could move in, rage filled the Ulrich's eyes and he lunged again, for Trace's legs.