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... 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 ...
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