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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.
Summary: The sorcerer has just chosen the narrator as his bride, married her without much interest, spelled them into the tower, told her to make dinner, and then, after they ate, told her to clean up and join him in his study.
I scrubbed the plates viciously, dunking them in the cold water from the pump until my fingers ached. Finally I set them to dry, and climbed the spiral stairs to the third floor. The first door didn’t open. Vexed, I tugged on the handle once more, then stomped down the hallway. The second door opened to a library, with shelf upon shelf full of books, all neatly ordered like soldiers in their ranks. But no sorcerer.
The third door had a small bookshelf, a fireplace, a pair of overstuffed chairs in front of the flickering fire, and the sorcerer sitting behind a large wooden desk, writing. He glanced up as I came in, then returned his attention to his task.
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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.