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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 sorcerer wore fine black leather boots, embroidered in silver, twining patterns that looked like stylized ivy, with a row of engraved silver buttons up the sides. He tucked his pants, made of a black cloth with a subtle luster, into those boots, and wore a black tunic with silver embroidery, and a black fur-lined cloak, the hood pushed back.
I wondered if he planned to marry dressed like a rook. His expression hinted at ruffled feathers, and his shoulders hunched so the cape hung like wings. When he turned away from the guard, I straightened so he wouldn’t catch me staring as he started down the line.
The first girl trembled, not with fear, but eagerness, and if she breathed any deeper, she might fall out of her low-cut gown. He gave her a brief, indifferent glance, and held out his hand.
Confused, she took it, and a moment later, he dropped her hand and stepped away, all without speaking a word.
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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.