The two days passed in a blur of activity. The entire palace seemed to buzz with the anticipation of the triplets' birthday, and everyone was on edge. Every corner of the palace was being scrubbed, decorated, or arranged, and I could feel the weight of my responsibility looming over me as I worked tirelessly in the triplets' quarters.
I had spent hours making sure everything was perfect. Zev’s room, of course, was the most challenging. Every time I stepped into his space, I felt the familiar knot in my stomach—the one that came from the confusing mix of emotions I had toward him. I knew I had to push those feelings aside, though. There was no room for distractions.
Orion’s room was next, followed by Jarl’s. Each of the brothers had a distinct style that reflected their personalities. Zev
