The morning sun streamed through the open windows of the Sun Palace Guest Wing, bringing with it the chatter of monkeys and the scent of jasmine.
Primrose woke up feeling like she had slept on a pile of rocks. Her whole body ached.
She stretched her arms high above her head.
"Mmmph," she yawned. "I need coffee. And maybe a chiropractor."
She swung her legs out of bed.
WHOOSH.
"AH!"
Primrose jumped back as her bedside table burst into flames. The wooden legs blackened instantly, and the plate of fruit that had been resting on it turned into charcoal.
"Fire! Fire!" Primrose shrieked, grabbing a pillow to smother it.
But the pillow caught fire too.
"Oh no!" Primrose tossed the flaming pillow out the window. It landed in a decorative fountain with a hiss.
"Is the palace under attack again?" Caspian asked calmly from the armchair in the corner. He was already dressed in a crisp blue tunic, reading a book titled Advanced Hydrology.
