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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 Aamir “Mire” has married the narrator, Gwyn, spelled them into his tower, and she’s not adjusting so well to being cooped up.
He led me to that strangely empty room on the fifth floor, closing the door with a quiet click behind me. The mat on the floor gave a little under my feet as I paced from one side to the other, studying the two small cabinets set against the outside wall, and the tapestries covering every inch of stone.
When I turned back to the door, the sorcerer remained leaning against the wall, watching me. He inclined his head toward the closest cabinet, and I opened it.
Inside, neatly arranged weapons from wooden staffs to swords gleamed. I traced the satin curve of a wooden practice sword, and the scarlet cord decorating the sheath of a long knife.
“Pick one, then, woman. Show me what you’re capable of, other than disturbing my studying.”
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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.