Windsor's POV
He pressed one last kiss against my temple, the warmth of his lips lingering for a heartbeat before he pulled away. Then he was gone, walking back toward the grand hall, leaving me standing there like scattered puzzle pieces that would never fit together again.
I dragged the back of my hand across my face, wiping away any trace of weakness, and forced myself to return to the ceremony. The massive ballroom buzzed with anticipation as Mr. Sinclair took his position at the ornate podium, his silver-trimmed robes catching the light like armor.
The headmaster raised his arms, commanding instant silence from the sea of students below.
"Welcome, students, to this year's Gilded Equinox," his voice thundered across the marble floors and crystal chandeliers. "Tonight marks your official entry into the sacred factions that govern our world. The pillars of our future leadership, the foundation of order and harmony, rest upon your shoulders."
