King Thrushbeard in regency England.
I loved the King Thrushbeard fairytale as a kid. For whatever reason, I found it romantic back then. Now, of course, the whole forced marriage and justification of deception doesn’t sit right with me, but when I stumbled upon this regency remix, I thought I’d give it a shot for old times' sake. And I’m glad I did, because the author does a great job of reworking the myth to better fit (slightly) modern sensibilities.
First, Louisa has reasons for rejecting her suitors, and I could absolutely get behind them. If she was rude, it was because they were asking for it. Secondly, it’s Louisa herself, not her father, who rashly declares she’ll marry the first man she sees. That made the "lesson" angle easier to digest, even if it still felt a bit uncomfortable.
The plot itself is sweet. Louisa marries John the costermonger, who initially sees her as a spoiled brat. But they grow into a genuine friendship, and he slowly begins to admire her strength and resilience. She’s not overly fazed by the lifestyle of a costermonger’s wife, and she even starts to thrive in it. I especially loved this part of the book. Their bond was sincere and the chemistry between them was believable.
There’s a twist in the story, not the obvious Thrushbeard reveal, but another one tied to Louisa’s past, and I loved how it played out. But here's the issue. It arrives around the three-quarters mark, and after that, the pacing falls apart. The story should have wrapped up there. Instead, the last chunk drags on with a repetitive climax that essentially rehashes what’s already been resolved.
Interestingly, I felt Louisa was happier as a costermonger’s wife than when the reveal happened and her world shifted back to riches. Once her husband’s true identity is exposed, she’s suddenly backpedalling, explaining herself and justifying her actions. It was frustrating because she seemed more confident and true to herself in the simpler life. Her chemistry with “John” was far stronger than with the version of him who was preoccupied with status and importance, traits I found a bit off-putting, even if the narrative tried to justify them.
Final thoughts: If you enjoy light Regency romances with a touch of mystery, this King Thrushbeard-inspired tale is worth a read. Just be prepared for the story to feel “done” around the 75% mark. I’ll definitely revisit the beginning for the lovely romance build-up, but I won’t bother finishing it again.