TheOtherNoble

“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.” 
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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.

Dreamwalker's Bride

"Shall we sit while the princess rests?" Anaisa suggested after a moment, gesturing to two chairs. "I can make tea."

"That sounds nice," Trace replied. It had been quite a day so far. The inquiry, the arrests, the new letter he had yet to fully read. He felt far more tired than he was. A cup of tea with his wife seemed like a refreshing prospect.

Instead of one of the chairs, he sat on a cushioned sofa, hoping that Anaisa would sit beside him on it. He was disappointed when she took up a place in one of the adjacent chairs instead, bringing hot water from a pot hanging over the princess's sitting room fireplace.

"She seems incredibly pleased with herself," Trace shook his head as he remembered Sapphira's parting words. The cheeky royal was as unpredictable as spring weather.

"Oh, she always is," Anaisa whispered, still looking at the door where the princess had gone.

Alone at last