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Still feeling weak, Czar wanted to look away. He knew she wasn't aware of his consciousness and didn't want to take advantage of her ignorance by watching her get dressed.

He watched through the dimlight as she let the towel fall freely from her body. Her back was turned to him, but from the shadows, he could tell she was a beauty to behold.

Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of the moon, stopping just before her waistline. He could feel the curve of her neck, the line of her spine and the way her skin glowed in the dim light.

With a fluid grace and her body slender and supple, she slipped into a flowing silk gown that shimmered in the light.

Finally, he forced himself to look away - even tho he knew it was dumb doing so when she was already done dressing. Only then was he able to realize he was in a strange place. He remembered passing out in the tavern and knew there was no way they could've gotten to the palace already. So, where was he?

He looked back at Masha an