“There is a man among my guards, who was born as a woman—is that what you mean? Because if that’s who you are—Caleb, I knew you first as a man, and of course I will—” I shake my head, furious at the tears, swiping them away. “No. No, I’m both. Irava and Caleb. I’m both. And I can’t be Caleb anymore, because I have to marry you as—” My voice catches and I bite my lip hard, trying not to sob. “Why not?” he asks. I blink, my breath catching. “Why not? Why not what?” “Why can’t you be both?”
