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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 they are sparring the his practice room, though he is going very easy on her.
I slashed at his leg, and he blocked my sword, the clash so jarring the hilt almost jumped from my hand. I fumbled the smooth wood, then managed to grip it in reverse, stabbing down, my blade sliding off his. Instead of another impact of wood, I felt the sword dig into the flesh of his belly.
He let out a pained grunt, doubling over.
I crouched in front of him, laying my sword out of the way. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry! I thought you’d block it—I didn’t mean to—”
“To hit me?” He coughed, and sat down abruptly.
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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.