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This is from an unnamed, just-started WIP, with the placeholder name of “Bluebeard,” because it’s very loosely based on that fairy tale. Every year on the Winter Solstice, a sorcerer takes a sixteen-year-old girl as his bride, divorcing her and exiling her before he takes a new bride the next year.
The next level of windows reminded me of our sleeping quarters’ windows–very tall and narrow, and caged in iron. Excessive. The whole tower seemed designed to prevent the very thought of escape.
The narrow windows ringed the tower, in neat rows, and at the very top, tucked under the point of the roof, was a balcony. And on that balcony, I suddenly realized, stood a person. The tower was too tall for fine details, but who could it be but the sorcerer?
Then the figure vanished, and a gasp rippled through the far end of the line. I peered down that way, and saw the sorcerer standing at the head of the line, speaking to a guard captain. I took the opportunity to study him.
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This story is very loosely based on Bluebeard. The sorcerer is cursed, and the brides are caught up in the curse, though the nearby villagers don’t know how or why. He keeps the kingdom safe with his magic, and his brides tie him to a land he couldn’t otherwise protect. There are other ways to do this tying–but his curse demands a bride.