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Pryor Rose

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The Weight Between Wars

Pryor Rose

Submitted to Contest #305

The Sanctum pulsed like a living wound—its walls hewn from stone older than Solitude itself, damp with memory and the breath of ghosts. Faelynn moved through it as if through a dream made of iron and flame, her boots whispering against the timeworn floor, her shadow flickering like doubt upon the walls.They had not seen her enter.Cailen stood taut with coiled fury, his stance the embodiment of a blade yet to be drawn. Every inch of him radiated restraint stretched thin—a storm begging to break. Lycel, in contrast, was a tempest already loose...

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The Quiet Between Heartbeats

Pryor Rose

Submitted to Contest #305

It took a few seconds to realize she was utterly and completely lost.Faelynn stood before the fractured mirror in her private chamber, where dawn filtered through silk-draped windows in gilded strands, bathing the stone in amber and sorrow. The mirror, long splintered from battles both within and without, no longer reflected truth. It only fractured it—casting her face in disjointed fragments, one half veiled in light, the other in shadow. She looked at herself, and saw a stranger wearing the remnants of a crown made of ghosts.The rebel. The...

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A New Beginning: Rivers of Styx

Pryor Rose

Submitted to Contest #231

TW: Verbal Abuse, Gaslighting, Kink Talk, Adult Language “If you cross that threshold you will not be welcomed back.”’ Shane’s voice echoed from the back bedroom where he laid in the bed acting like the arrogant prick that he was. “Really? That is your threat? I told you we are done, my bag is packed, Briar is picking me up in the next five minutes. I don’t want to come back Shane, this is it. Last night proved to me that I mean nothing to you.” Rhiannon shook her head shifting the weight of her back deeper on the curve of her shou...

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Holiday Wonder

Pryor Rose

Submitted to Contest #230

(This story contains curse words and mild sexual tension) “Oh stupid son of a fluffernutter avalanche. Blasted fluffy white shit.” Ember couldn’t help but growl out her frustration glaring towards the attendant. “I’m sorry ma’am but there are no flights at this time, the storm is set to last all weekend and into the better part of next week.” Sighing, Ember turned her head towards the word ‘CANCELED’ flashing in vibrant sanguine across the flight board. “Are you sure there are no private jets that can be rented out? I know pr...

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The Rise to Rebellion

Pryor Rose

Submitted to Contest #230

The bustling sound of wooden wheels pulling away brought Edric to glance from the castle balcony and towards the caravan that led the Warden out of the gates of Solitude. Having waited all week for this excursion to happen the prince sighed in almost relief at the reality of the situation. Since the death of his father Edric had lived under the thumb of Albrun, abiding by the ridiculousness of the wars he waged against the commoners within Akarith. The meeting with the rogue prisoner and the truth behind her words had Edric confused. His fa...

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