THIRD PERSON’s POV
The great hall was alive with movement. Chandeliers lit the space from above, casting warm light over the long oak tables lined with silver platters and crystal glasses. Along the walls, banners in different colors hung high, each bearing the crest of a house, their fabric adding sharp contrast to the gray stone.
Students gathered beneath the banners, some greeting friends while others searched for their places. But in the middle of the practiced chaos, the double doors opened and as though on cue, the crowd started parting.
Tyler Hastings entered the hall.
Conversations faltered, and more than just a few heads turned his way. He was wearing Montfort’s signature uniform, tailored to fit him with precision, the silver crest on his blazer catching the light. His dark
