Chapter 6:
Christiana's POV
The weight of the moment crushed down on me like a tidal wave.
God of the Empire.
The words echoed in my mind, each syllable carving itself into the very foundation of my reality. My father—Chris Blackwood—had ascended beyond the mortal realm of rulers. He was now untouchable, unquestionable, a living deity in the eyes of the empire.
I clenched my fists as I stood beside Classic, my heart pounding in defiance. I had spent years building my authority as the Dictator of Blackwood, enforcing his will, ensuring our family's dominance. And yet, with a single declaration, he had cemented himself above us all.
I looked to Ethan, now officially the ruler, though even he seemed to understand the gravity of what had just been declared. Classic remained unreadable, his expression calm, but I could feel the storm beneath his exterior.
Chris sat upon his throne—no, not a throne. Something greater. He didn't need to command, didn't need to order. His mere existence dictated the empire's path now.
I took a deep breath, stepping forward. The room was silent, waiting.
"If this is to be," I began, my voice steady but sharp, "then let it be written in our history. Let it be known that no ruler—no leader, not even Ethan—may defy the will of Chris Blackwood."
Murmurs rippled through the hall. This was not just acceptance. It was submission.
Ethan met my gaze, unreadable. Classic said nothing, only observing. But I knew what I was doing.
If my father was now untouchable, then I had only one path forward—to stand closest to the untouchable.