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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 asking questions. I’ve skipped over some (yet unwritten) story. This bit will be my last snippet from this story for awhile, I need to write more on another project first!
“How did you come to be cursed?”
“How else? A woman,” he said.
“Did you kill her?”
“I can’t say. The curse,” he shrugged, brushing at his coat. Today’s outfit was a deep velvety blue coat over charcoal pants trimmed in the same blue, the only fanciful touch the detailed embroidered birds flying across the coat, picked out in charcoal and black.
Foiled, I dropped my line of questioning.
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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.