GALLAHAN’S POV
“Good morning!” I chirped happily as I sauntered inside the sitting room Zuleika, Maliya and I loved in the castle.
It was spacious, yet nothing too grand. The interior was decked in clean cool tones that radiated calmness and coziness of equal proportions. A large wooden book-filled shelf occupied the entire east wall, standing mighty and imposing. But the best part of the room was the large and ridiculously wide oriel window with a cushioned seat installed.
Needless to say, it was one of the perfect spots to lounge and laze in the castle.
“Hello, Mal. Hello, Zee,” I greeted again, exuberance radiating from my tone.
“It’s too early to be this happy, Gallahan,” Maliya grumbled from where she was lazily sprawled on the velvet chaise lounge. “Perhaps tone it down a little
