Bluebeards Curse: Fairy Tale Heat, #11
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He'd kill for me. I'll die without him.
My mother has promised me to a complete stranger. She says he is the doctor who saved my life when I was ill--but I've never known a doctor like Dr. Madsen. When I wake from my illness, he has marked my skin with the tattoo of a tree that spreads across my whole body--and heats at his mere presence, crying for his touch. We are married quickly, with no friends or family, and then he steals me away.
I dreamed of being an artist, and now I am the wife of Torvald Madsen, the lord of a northern keep at the edge of troll country. Although he is handsome and protective and encourages me to paint, he is keeping secrets from me. Why is it rumored that he had other wives? Why do I grow so cold without his presence? Why can't I go into the east wing? And why are his eyes full of such pain?
As I peek back my husband's secrets, the truth might kill me--or set us both free.
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Bluebeards Curse - Lidiya Foxglove
Chapter One
Torvald
It was a moonlit night, as it always seemed to be when I came to the house of my future wife. Outside, the stately two-story home looked orderly with its rows of symmetrical windows. Inside, one window glowed, keeping vigil.
I approached the door, pulling off my hood, always hating to disturb the grief of the occupant. The family would be terrified to see me until I could make them understand.
I knocked, gently. My body felt an unseemly tremble of anticipation.
The door opened. A servant, young and apprehensive, looked at me with wide blue eyes. She seemed to go witless at the sight of my frame, just over six feet if one didn’t count my darkling horns.
The missus is--busy,
she stammered. It's very late.
She has just lost a daughter, hasn't she? I am Dr. Madsen. I'm here to help.
The girl looked back into the shadows of the house. Mistress, did you send for a Dr. Madsen?
Of course she had not. No one ever sent for me.
The lady of the house appeared, clearly not at her best, her eyes puffy and her dress rumpled. She was a fairly pretty, dark curled and freckled woman of fifty or so, and I thought her daughter would probably have a winsome face. That was all I asked for these days; I had no choice in the matter but it seemed a gift from the gods when I felt a real attraction to my wife and not just a coarse lust.
He says his name is Dr. Madsen,
the servant girl was babbling nervously. He just appeared; I've never seen him before, and maybe I should have sent him away.
I know you are probably not in the mood for strange men,
I said. I know you're grieving. But I am here for one purpose: to give your daughter a chance to speak and to see that justice is done.
You're a darkling,
the woman said, a little nervous.
Worse than that, I’m afraid,
I said. My mother was a darkling; my father a demon. They left me with a curious set of talents. I was called here, tugged by my magic, and I can heal your daughter.
Rosalind is dead! She is beyond the reach of all but the darkest magic...
The woman half-shut the door, making a show of doing the proper thing, but I knew she would let me in soon enough.
Do you know who killed Rosalind?
I asked softly.
They say it was highwaymen...but...
Highwaymen killing a young woman is not the sort of murder I usually deal in,
I said. Usually, it is someone else. Someone closer.
Her eyes grew wide and then, she looked at me like we were co-conspirators. This woman was shrewd.
Go to bed, Jane,
she told the housemaid, who was lurking well back. The girl looked happy to be dismissed.
Now the door opened for me and I was led into the house. The front parlor was lit with several candles, the glow illuminating the coffin in which a young woman rested, covered in flowers.
My future wife.
There would be no funeral, I knew. Only my seventh wedding.
Can you name the man who killed your daughter with surety?
I asked.
No, not the specific man, but I know the crowd. She was running about with some well-to-do young men who were somewhat above our station. Of course, it wouldn't be unwelcome for Rosalind to marry a man with a title…
She looked at me warily again, as if catching herself. I didn't see an older gentleman around so I suspected she was a widow, always a sad and difficult situation for a human woman. Despite her fear, she was appraising my clothing and thinking better of me because it was of fine quality.
It must be a highwayman,
she murmured. Why would anyone else kill my only child?
Grief overwhelmed her fresh, and she turned away, covering her face with a hand. She was wearing black mitts, for mourning, and the house was very cold--saving firewood.
The sort of murders I am called for usually don’t make much sense,
I said. That is why I come.
I felt for the widow as she shook her head, not wanting to believe that a man in her community could take a life. I had learned that, although rare, such men lurked in plain sight, hiding their true natures behind a hollow charm.
I can bring your daughter back to life,
I said. It is not dark magic, exactly. There is a price to pay, however.
What is the price?
she asked, fraught with hope.
I will explain everything, and then you can decide if you give permission,
I said, but I already knew what the answer would be. We mortals will do almost anything to defy death.
Chapter Two
Torvald
In a rush of secrecy, I was given permission to take the girl's body to the spare bedroom and do what I must with her. Her mother was hardly holding back the tears.
She'll come to very soon,
I assured her. She will probably remember nothing of her end, but will be the girl you remember. I will treat her with the utmost care. Go rest, and I'll tell you when she wakes.
My Rosalind...
She nodded, still clearly worried, as any sensible person would be, for I had told her how her daughter's fate would entwine with mine.
She left me with Rosalind and shut the door behind her. I had a single lantern to work by. The soft light made her look as if she were merely sleeping.
I never judged my wives based on this moment. No one was at their best while dead. Still, a trace of some expression lingered on Rosalind's face, as if she had been arguing with the Grim Reaper as she went.
That's new, I thought.
She did indeed resemble her mother, not conventionally pretty but quite nice to look at with her thick wild brown hair, freckled nose and cheeks, and features both cute and sharp. This suited me well. I didn't need the most beautiful of wives.
It was easiest if they were sweet, delicate creatures who accepted their inevitable second death with grace and peace. There was nothing worse than losing a spirited woman who didn't want to go.
I did like a spirited woman...but Grandfather warned me that they were best avoided.
The best women are gentle, nurturing creatures. You must protect and care for them with every fiber of your being and bring them what joy you can. It's the best way to overcome your demon bastard blood.
So far, he was right.
I tried to stay as clinical as possible as I opened my tool bag and then started to unfastened her best dress. She was dead weight, cold, and I knew any spectator would be appalled at the sight of me removing her clothes, but to me, she was not dead yet. She was just temporarily out of body. Still, she could not give me permission herself, and I tried to touch her as little as possible.
I took out the ink, mixed with my blood. My warmth and life.
The thick ink was brushed onto her skin. I must start from the core of her, the thatch of light-brown hair between her legs, and then my brush traveled upward into branches that spread across her chest, connecting to her stomach, heart and lungs. The tree was the perfect symbol to mirror the blood vessels and assure that my magic flowed through her and kept her alive.
Once the tree was painted on, I took out a needle and started the painstaking process of tattooing the ink into her skin, using the techniques Grandfather had showed me so long ago in my own way--how marks of blood could become marks of spirit, used to control--or to give life.
It took a long time; I had never timed it, because time meant nothing when I was casting the spell. I just wanted to win this fight with Death.
Her mother never checked on us, so I guessed she had fallen into sleep. She probably hadn't slept since her daughter's body was found.
I'm sorry, Rosalind,
I said gently, for this was all I could offer her.
I put my hand on the bruises at her throat and I softly brushed my lips to hers, blowing a puff of my breath into her.
Always, this brought the soul back into the body, and started the heart and lungs working again, but she would not wake for hours yet. The body took some time to recover from death and fully revive.
However...
Rosalind suddenly spasmed.
I pulled back.
She tossed her head and her whole body bucked, and her mouth opened to gasp out one name: Count Green!
Is he the one who did this to you? Count Green?
Count--Green--did this--,
she ground out through raspy, weary lungs, and then she collapsed against the pillows, still as she had been.
I was stunned into silence myself.
No woman I revived had ever named her murderer right upon waking, but Rosalind seemed angry, like she was clawing her way toward something and had been halted by this man, and even in death she wouldn't suffer it.
So her murderer was some entitled count. Had he left town? It was possible that he was so assured that no one would suspect a man of his title that he would do as he pleased, and if so...
Well, I knew my next order of business and it would be a task I would greatly relish, to extract justice now rather than later.
Chapter Three
Rosalind
I woke with the sense that I had been asleep for a very long time, almost reluctant to leave my cocoon of dreams, and my mother was watching over me.
Rosalind...!
She said my name tearfully, and that was how I knew I must have been ill, although I had no memory of it. Sometimes fevers could come on very suddenly. I tried to think of the last place I had been, and stirred up the memory of a dance at Duval House.
Mother...it's all right. Was I sick? I feel very odd and weak…
Rosalind…
She put her arms around me and clung to me a moment, and it scared me. Then she pressed my hand to her warm cheek. Her eyes were wet, and she looked as troubled as I'd ever seen her. You're awake now, thank god. Are you hungry? Dr. Madsen said I should try and get some food into you as soon as possible.
A little.
I sat up, feeling the frailty in my arms when I pushed myself up. My hands looked quite pale, almost bluish at the fingertips. I rubbed them together, trying to warm them up. Who is Dr. Madsen?
He saved your life. I’m sorry. The price was high, but…
Where is Dr. Jurgens?
He couldn’t treat you, but Dr. Madsen showed up just in time,
Mother said. I’m sorry.
Oh, Mother, I’m sure you don’t have to keep apologizing. We’ll figure out the doctor bill somehow or other. We’re hardly helpless. I know you’re proud, but I’m going to take care of you.
Of course, like any woman who had been born into wealth and then lost her fortunes, Mother didn’t like the idea of her daughter working, but I was starting to make money with my paintings and I rather liked it.
At this, she bit her lip and pressed her handkerchief to her mouth, smothering the expression.
There’s no need for that anymore,
she said, sounding a little strangled. "In exchange for saving your life, he wants to marry you, and he must marry you, for you will need…ongoing treatment to recover."
I wondered if I was still feverish and hallucinating. Last I remembered I was having a delightful fall holiday with my friends, gallivanting around with the visitors at Duval House, and now I was to be married to a strange doctor?
Surely we aren't that penniless! We have things we could sell! And I’ve been selling my portraits. I suppose Count Green would have paid me for his when it was done.
I think Count Green had other designs,
Mother said darkly.
I looked to the window where I had been working on my latest portrait. I had sketched out all of Count Green's rather handsome face, and captured his coloring in a miniature. Once I was well enough to get out of bed--
But I didn't see the canvas on the easel.
Mother, where is the portrait of Count Green!?
I asked, when she came in with the bowl of soup.
I'm sorry, dear Rosalind, but…you will be married and should not have a portrait of another man. Your--your illness has shown us there is no time to waste. Tomorrow you are to marry Dr. Madsen.
Mother looked very troubled, and on