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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 explains that her mother delivered twins, who almost died.
He made a pained noise, face screwed up as if he expected tragedy.
“They lived,” I put him out of his misery, skipping over some details. “But the twins they took up all her time with illnesses so I had five years of raising by a man, who didn’t know how to make me a proper girl.”
“Few men could do so.”
“She tried to teach me, but I didn’t see the point of embroidery.”
“I see,” he made a few notes in a lovely flowing hand, even and neat. “We will start with the reading and writing. Perhaps one of my books will inspire an interest.”
“As you say,” I tried to be neutral, but I could tell from his sharp glance that I hadn’t succeeded.
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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.