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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 began an interview where he asked for her skills and goals for the year of marriage.
“That is all, except for one thing, wife.” He emphasized the last word possessively.
“You’re comely enough. Should you get lonely in the night, my room is at the top of the tower, with the blue door.”
For a long moment, all I could do is stare at him. “No.” I stood to go, jumbled responses to his rudeness fighting in my head, but none of them ones I dared speak aloud.
“You need to work on your lying, too.”
I glanced back at him, and the piece of paper still in my hand bounced off his nose right before the door swung shut.
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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.