Chapter 153: A Kingdom’s Gambit

The convoy moved smoothly through the streets of Madrid, passing grand cathedrals and palaces bathed in the soft morning glow. Chris sat in silence, his mind already ahead of the meeting. Spain wasn't just a diplomatic visit—it was a test.

The royal family had remained neutral in the chaos unfolding across Europe, but Chris knew better. Neutrality was a myth. If they weren't with him, they were against him.

The SUV pulled into the grand courtyard of the Royal Palace of Madrid. Guards in ceremonial uniforms stood at attention as the doors swung open. Chris stepped out, unbothered by the watchful eyes around him. A royal aide led him inside, the polished marble floors gleaming under the massive chandeliers.

"His Majesty will receive you shortly," the aide said.

Chris gave a curt nod, but his fingers tapped lightly against his thigh—a silent tell that he was calculating every move. He pulled out his phone and sent a message to Ethan.

"ETA?"

The response came almost instantly.

"Two hours. I'll meet you inside."

Good. Ethan wouldn't just be backup; he was an extra set of eyes in a palace full of vipers.

A grand set of doors opened, revealing the King of Spain seated in an ornate chair. His expression was neutral, but his sharp gaze betrayed curiosity—and caution. Beside him sat Princess Isabella, her posture poised, her expression unreadable.

Chris smirked slightly. So, this was how they wanted to play it.

He stepped forward, his voice smooth.

"Your Majesty, let's not waste time. You know why I'm here."

The King folded his hands together. "Indeed. But the question is—what do you truly want, President Blackwood?"

Chris smiled. "Control."

A tense silence filled the air.

The game had begun.