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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, they sparred with wooden swords, and she got a lucky shot–she’s currently trying to see the damage.
His wolf-green eyes met mine, and I was suddenly aware of how close we were to each other.
I blushed, but refused to look away. “Please let me help.”
“I don’t need it.” He released me, and pushed to his feet, wincing as he did so. I stayed on the floor, watching as he walked out the door.
“That could have gone better.” Picking up both swords, I returned them to their places. Worried I might run into the sorcerer if I went exploring again, I curled up on the floor where I could peer out the window, and studied the bit of sky I could see.
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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.