The time for the banquet arrives. I’m nervous. Despite all my preparation and instinctive skill, I’m worried it’s not enough.

Althea helps me get ready. She braids my hair and then pins it up on my head. The dress I’m wearing was made specifically for tonight. The corseted top is part of the armor. It stretches up my chest and down my arms, fashionable yet strong.

The skirt opens in the front, revealing the tight pants I’m wearing underneath. At my hip ...