Third Person pov :
The grand, sunlit hallway outside the library was completely silent, except for the heavy, frantic breathing of three men who had just run away from the most beautiful woman in the world.
Caspian, Killian, and Lucian bumped into each other at the corner of the West Wing.
Caspian paced back and forth, running his massive hands nervously through his dark hair. Killian leaned heavily against the marble wall, still holding a silver tray awkwardly like a shield. Lucian stood perfectly still, staring blankly at some empty printer paper.
For ten seconds, the three brothers just looked at each other in humiliating silence.
"I told her I had to catch a suspicious squirrel," Caspian finally groaned, resting his head against the cold wall in self-hatred. "I am the str
