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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 he told her to pick a weapon, and they are about to spar with wooden swords.
Realizing how silly it was that I still hugged the wall, while the sorcerer stood in the center of the room, I stepped forward. As soon as I was near enough, I pounced and pivoted, striking at his side. My sword met his with the expected sharp knock of wood, and he swung in return, too fast for me to block. The gentle tap of his sword against my arm confirmed that he knew what he was doing better than I did.
The next few moments went as I feared. Each strike I tried, blocked. Not every counter-attack he launched went through, but clearly he was holding back. Instead of feeling grateful for his courtesy, anger burned in me. How could I learn if my teacher didn’t push me, at least a little?
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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.