I pulled the crown from my hair, blinking my eyes dry. “You’ll need other clothes.” A man’s deep, rumbling voice startled me with a jolt. I whirled, nearly dropping my crown as I expected to find the Guardian lurking. But it was Zavier. How long had he been standing there? And when the hell had he learned to talk? “Most women in Turah dress like the men.” He joined me at the rail. “They find pants to be more practical for daily living. Even in Perris courts, ladies typically only wear gowns for parties.”
