Chapter 270: The New Order (Chris’s POV)

Chris watched Skylar carefully, waiting for a reaction. None came.

She didn't flinch. Didn't scoff. Didn't look away.

That amused him.

Leaning back in his chair, he gestured toward the grand office around them—the very heart of what once was a democracy. A relic. A fading illusion.

"I've been thinking, Skylar," he began, his voice smooth, calculated. "America has had its run with presidents, congress, elections… all that noise."

He exhaled slowly, tapping his fingers against the desk.

"But power—true power—shouldn't be temporary. It shouldn't be borrowed."

Skylar said nothing, her gaze unwavering.

Chris smirked. "This country needs something permanent. A system that doesn't crumble every four years because of a ballot box. A nation that doesn't sway with the emotions of the weak."

His voice dropped slightly, more deliberate now. More dangerous.

"A monarchy."

Skylar's lips pressed into a thin line, but still, she didn't speak.

Chris continued, enjoying the weight of his own words. "America was never meant to be ruled by the indecisive. By people who beg for votes like starving dogs. It was meant to be led."

He stood, walking around the desk, stopping just inches from her. "And I will be that leader."

For the first time, Skylar spoke.

"You think the people will let you?" Her voice was steady, but there was something beneath it. Something between curiosity and disbelief.

Chris chuckled, shaking his head. "They already have."

He turned toward the massive screens lining the wall, filled with live footage from across the country. The military patrols. The censored media. The controlled economy.

"They just don't realize it yet."

Skylar's expression didn't change, but Chris could tell she understood.

This wasn't a theory. It wasn't a dream. It was happening.

Chris leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"This country doesn't need a president anymore, Skylar." He tilted his head. "It needs a king."