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

Anaisa sighed as the dressmaker tugged and pulled and fussed over every detail of the gown.

"You're too thin," She griped before remembering it was royalty in the room. "I mean, your graceful figure, Your Highness, you have lost weight!"

"We will be doing our best to make sure she gains it back for the ball," Sapphira said in a disguised voice from the corner.

"Just make sure it fits me well," Anaisa tried to strike a balance. She didn't want to scream at the staff like Sapphira probably would have, but she didn't want them to suspect she was an imposter either.

"We will, absolutely, Your Highness," The Dressmaker curtsied. "We also have brought a magic user recommended by Sanders to aid you in preparing for the ball."

"Oh?" Panic swirled in Anaisa's belly. The last magic user was responsible for changing the princess's hair and setting far too many of these events into motion.

A new form of magic