Eodor swallowed hard. He had been taught that a good ruler sometimes had to make sacrifices for his kingdom, but this wasn't a sacrifice he had ever thought about making. The only strategy that looked like it had even a chance of working was getting close to Igna and working on her distrust of Astara, and there was only one way to get close to Igna. He felt a ridiculous desire to pull down his pants and say goodbye (hopefully not permanently) to his penis.
"Very well, Igna" he said "If that's what must be. Make me your, make me your princess." He closed his eyes.
Igna clapped her hands in delight. "Wonderful, you're going to love being female."