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This is from a WIP, with the placeholder name of “Bluebeard,” 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 married the narrator without much interest, spelled them into the tower, told her to make dinner, then join him in her study, where he ignored her until she hit him with a piece of paper. Her last line: “You asked me to come.”
“I see patience is something we will need to work on.” He set his pen down, “What do you hope to get out of this alliance?”
“I don’t see the need for fine manners or dresses that won’t fit through a doorway, but I could learn to read and write better. For the rest, I need to think.”
“And what skills do you have?”
“I can read and write well enough, do sums, ride a horse over rough terrain, shoot a bird on the wing, set a trap, track, reckon by the sun or stars, cook, sew, keep a house, lead a plow horse, plant a field, clean furs–”
“How is it that you know so many positively… unladylike skills?”
“When I was two, my mother had a rough pregnancy, and a rough delivery. She had twins, a boy and a girl, and for a time we thought we’d lose them.”
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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.