Chronicles of Writing 'Spice'

Chronicles of Writing 'Spice'

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Severed Wings - Explicit

Severed Wings - Explicit

A short story contest piece

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Grace R. Colt
May 21, 2025
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Severed Wings - Explicit
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This week will be my last Wednesday post! As a reminder, my substack release schedule is changing to accommodate my current writing and upcoming class schedule. While every other week posts have already begun, I will be making the transition from Wednesday afternoon/ evening posts to Sunday morning/ afternoon posts.

In honor of my participation in the Forest & Fawn writing challenges, this week’s short story will be my substack release. While I didn’t win, I got great feedback for the story over all, and you may recognize Galen and Lyra from an earlier substack. If you remember from their very first appearance, in this story their powers are switched, and they are playing different roles. I look forward to any comments on the story. There’s a very strong chance if you pick up a copy of Rivals & Retribution, you will see Galen and Lyra’s full story. I hope you enjoy this glimpse into their lives!

Image by Jim Cooper from Pixabay

My father sent one of his personal servants to fetch me. Smart. My own wouldn't dare enter a room when I was alone with Moraval's King. I twined my fingers through Galen's, stopping him from raking them through his hair for the third time.

"After dinner, we're officially engaged." I reminded him.

"Are we excited about this, princess?"

He tugged on my hand, pulling me against him. My pulse spiked, the press of his body against mine sparking my desire.

"I'd rather skip straight to being your wife." I whispered.

"Is that so?" He lowered his face, so close his lips brushed mine as he spoke.

Tipping my face up, I closed the distance. His tongue traced my bottom lip, a silent request, and I parted for him. Dropping my hand, he tangled his fingers in my hair, holding me captive. Not that I wanted to escape. I wanted to kiss Galen like this for eternity.

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