My cheeks flush and I stomp my foot anyways. “I do not have mood swings! I had to confront my father about you and the state of the kingdom. I spoke with my wife about us and…and look at me!” I had not realized until this very moment that I was nervous about how Hector would react to the changes in my body. While I never doubted that Hector loved me, he had fallen in love with a broad chested fully male prince with strong hands. I am now a bit more feminine with a thin waist and shapely hips. I am happier with my appearance as I can now dress with my mood of the day, either as a traditional stately prince or perhaps in a flowing gown if it suited me. This is how I always saw me, but is this something that Hector can live with? I did not have the answer.
He tilts his head, a grin spreading across his features as his eyes light up. “I am looking. The miracles of the Thirteen never cease. If I thought you beautiful before…you are absolutely breathtaking now. The person on the inside matches the outside, yes? I have so many possibilities flooding my mind. I want to go riding in the countryside with you, both of us dressed in the bright stately colors of our fathers. Or to have a ball with you in a flowing gown with yards of crystal glittering fabric so I might twirl you and twirl you…make all the ladies of the kingdom jealous.”
I feel as if a holy wind has gust through the room and hit me in the chest. The wind carried with it gunpowder and at the moment it touched my heart there was a spark. I explode into tiny particles of light and am cast in every direction. I shine as brightly as the stars as the fire burns and is blown around the room from the explosion and that blessed wind. Slowly the embers go out and I float to the floor forming back into my body. I gasp for air and drop to my knees as I stare at the most perfect being the Thirteen ever created. “How do you know exactly what to say?”
He glances to the ceiling as if in thought then offers a shrug. “Perhaps it is a gift.”