Primrose crept through the gilded hallways of the palace. She was moving with the stealth of a ninja, which was difficult because she was currently followed by a cloud of Eau de Sloppy Joe.
She reached the Sovereign's Suite and pressed her hand to the mana-lock.
Click.
She slipped inside, exhaling a sigh of relief.
"You smell like onions," a voice noted from the armchair.
Primrose jumped. Her nine tails puffed up in alarm.
Caspian sat there, reading a scroll. He lowered it, a smirk playing on his lips.
"And grease," he added, sniffing the air. "And... is that tomato paste in your hair?"
Primrose tried to look dignified, despite the hairnet still clinging to her ears.
"I smell like justice, Caspian," she declared, marching toward the bathroom. "And successful covert operations. Do you know they were serving gray stew? To children? In my empire?"
Caspian stood up and followed her. He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe as she started the bath taps.
