Chapter 140: The Crown’s Warning to Russia

Buckingham Palace – Press Conference Hall

The grand hall was packed with journalists, their cameras flashing as they awaited an unexpected joint statement from King Alexander of England and President Christopher Blackwood.

The room fell silent as the two men stepped onto the stage. The King, ever composed, took his place at the podium first.

He adjusted the microphone and spoke with the authority of centuries of monarchy behind him.

"For decades, the world has strived for peace, diplomacy, and order. Yet, once again, we stand at the edge of unnecessary conflict—one that threatens not just nations, but the very fabric of stability."

His piercing gaze swept the room.

"The United Kingdom does not stand idly by in the face of aggression. The recent military escalation at the Ukrainian border is an act of provocation—one that will not go unanswered."

Murmurs spread through the crowd. A direct condemnation from the British Crown was rare.

The King turned slightly, giving the floor to President Blackwood.

Chris stepped forward, his presence dominating the room. He didn't need notes. He didn't need a speech. His words were calculated, precise, and deadly.

"President Petrov, you've had your warning. Yet, instead of de-escalating, you continue to test the patience of the world."

His voice remained calm, but his message was clear.

"The United States, the United Kingdom, and our allies will not tolerate any further acts of aggression. If Russia does not withdraw its forces from the Ukrainian border within 48 hours, we will be forced to take measures that will cripple your economy, your military, and your influence on the global stage."

He leaned in slightly, his next words chilling.

"And believe me, you do not want to find out what that looks like."

Silence.

Then—chaos.

Journalists shouted questions, headlines exploded across the world, and within minutes, the warning had become global news.

---

Moscow – Kremlin War Room

President Viktor Petrov watched the live broadcast, his expression unreadable. His generals shifted nervously around him.

"The King of England and Blackwood standing together?" one of his advisors muttered. "This is unprecedented."

Petrov exhaled sharply, eyes narrowing at the screen.

"Blackwood thinks he can dictate terms to me?" His voice was dangerously low.

The Director of Intelligence hesitated before speaking. "Sir… Blackwood isn't just issuing threats. He's already made his move."

Petrov turned sharply. "Explain."

The advisor swallowed hard. "We've received reports—covert sabotage at key military bases, cyberattacks on our defense systems, economic pressure from Blackwood-controlled banks…"

A tense silence filled the room.

Then, Petrov clenched his jaw.

"Get me in contact with Beijing."

The war had already begun.