I tilted my head, looking at him as much as I could without turning my face from the altar. “Oreth believes his right to command me is the natural order. He thinks he’s the stallion and I should be the mare. That is not and never will be who I am.” He gave a hard look to the side, past me to where Dorna sat, not moving and barely breathing. “You should have gone to the Festival of the Turning Leaves, then.” Anger spilled into me, anger with Oreth, anger with his father, anger with my own grandfather for putting me in this situation. The Markreev’s suggestion burned. Not because I had any
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Precisely. This is why gender is such nonsense and actually very regressive. It is saying certain likes and behaviors are unique to men and some are unique to women. When in actuality, you shouldn't have to class yourself as a guy just because you like battle and taking charge. 🙄
