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C M Debell @cmdebell.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

#WIPSnips 2 September - I've gone for 'lacings' as I don't have 'button'. A longer snip today, of a very complicated relationship #WriteSky #indiefantasy #WritingCommunity 💙🪐📚

“You know that’s not what I meant.”
Reis looked down into the face of the prince of Morn and was given a rare glimpse of unvarnished sincerity. Gently, he prised Allard’s fingers from his arm. “Your father is sending me back to Cynrith.”
“I will talk to him. Stay in Morn, Reis. Stay with me. I will make you my—”
“Your what?” he asked, but gently, because he did not want to hurt Allard. “What can I be to you? Other than this? You will be the king of Morn one day. You will marry and have sons, because that is your duty. There’s no room for me.”
Allard’s face twisted in annoyance at this unwelcome truth. “But until then…”
“Until then I will be your pet Lynish prince?” The words were bitter, because he wanted to be more. He ached to be more. To matter. He had lived on Morn’s charity all his life, an outsider. And he would go home an outsider, tainted by that charity in a land still reeling from Mornish aggression.
“No,” Allard said fiercely. “I will give you land in Morn, a title.”
“I have land. Here, in Cynrith.” Maybe. There was no certainty Darri would let him claim it.
He saw the words on the tip of Allard’s tongue, the reminder that he was merely exchanging Carwel’s charity for his brother’s, but for once the prince chose the wiser course. Instead, he said, almost pleading, “You don’t have to be Lynish, Reis.”
But the unspoken words burned into him, sparking an anger that had been simmering ever since he had arrived in the land of his birth. “Why?” he demanded, snatching his shirt from the floor. “Because you intend to crush us?”
“One day, yes,” Allard agreed with that same painful sincerity. “Your brother will make me, you know he will.” And as Reis stared at him, he said, “I don’t want to crush you too, Reis. Please.”
But they were abruptly, achingly, too far apart. Leaving the lacings on his shirt undone, Reis grabbed the rest of his clothes and made his escape before either of them could say something they couldn’t take back.

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📚 Ellie Rhymer! Spaceships and Scoundrels 📚 @ellieyellu.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

aww 😥