Charis
"What?"
"You have a choice now, Charis," she nodded with a smile. "If you agree, tonight Eamon Riggs will die and by tomorrow, Charis Greye will live again."
I stared at the strange woman.
What did she mean? Would I ever be able to live as myself again? To stop hiding behind this façade of identity and wear dresses if I wanted to? To use my real name? It was too good to be true."
"What do you mean?
"It means you'll get to live as a girl again," she started saying, but I opened my mouth to remind her that I still had a father out there searching for me desperately, but she continued hastily and without pausing. "Don't worry, you won't be under your father again. I will adopt you. No more boys' clothes. You'll live as a girl again and as my daughter."
Daughter?
"Is that…is that even possible?" My voice shook.
She smiled radiantly. "Yes, it is, honey. And it will be legal too. All I need is for you to accept it."
