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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, so he showed her a weapons cabinet in a practice room, and told her to pick a weapon.
Though I wanted to pick up that beautifully made sword, instead, I chose the shortest wooden sword as a compromise between what I wanted to learn and what I knew. I found a comfortable grip, and faced him, sword at my side.
One of his eyebrows rose sharply, but he didn’t comment, only gesturing at the open cabinet. Another of the wooden swords lifted out of the cabinet, and swooped into the air, meeting his lifted palm with a soft tap. The cabinet doors snicked closed.
He lifted the wooden sword into a guard position, and waited.
Holding my practice weapon at the ready I took a moment to study him. Without even seeing him move, I expected he had plenty of experience fighting. My task wasn’t to win, but I didn’t want to embarrass myself, either.
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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.