The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of Orion's chambers, casting soft golden light across the room. The gentle hum of activity filled the space as his personal maid worked to prepare him for what promised to be the most important day of his life.
Clothes and robes in varying colors and styles were draped across the bed, each one carefully selected for the occasion. Orion stood in the center of the room, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling in his chest.
"Which one do you think, My Lord?" the maid asked, holding up a dark blue robe embroidered with silver accents.
Orion shook his head immediately. "No. It's too... formal. I don't want to look like I'm trying to overshadow him. I just want to look..." He paused, searching for the right words. "I want to look like someone he'd be proud to call his brother."