The ceremony is about to begin, and I have no idea what to expect. The air feels heavy, thick with anticipation, and my heart pounds in my chest as I try to steady myself. Around me, powerful figures of The Order stand tall, their eyes sharp and expectant. It’s as though everyone knows something I don’t, and that only makes the moment more intense.
Arlo leans in close, his breath warm against my ear. "Everything you see, just keep a straight face. Do not show weakness," he whispers, his voice firm but reassuring. His words send a shiver down my spine, a reminder that this world is more than just ceremonial; it’s about power, strength, and control. But then, his lips press gently against mine, a brief kiss that reassures me of his love, his strength, and the fact that whatever happens, we
