The "five more minutes" turned into ten, then twenty. But eventually, the sound of crashing pottery downstairs became too loud to ignore.
Primrose groaned, trying to sit up. Her body protested immediately. Her legs felt like jelly, and there was a distinct ache in her lower back that had nothing to do with carrying groceries.
She glared at Caspian, who was currently buttoning his shirt with a smug, satisfied expression.
"Wipe that grin off your face, Your Majesty," Primrose muttered, grabbing her robe. "Or I'm putting hot sauce in your coffee."
"I have no idea what you mean," Caspian lied smoothly, though his eyes danced with amusement. "I am merely happy to be alive. And... refreshed."
He walked over, kissed her forehead, and offered her his arm. "Shall we face the horde?"
They walked downstairs.
The scene in the living room was a masterpiece of disaster.
Vali was currently standing on the coffee table, holding a wooden spoon like a sword.
