Chapter 292: A King in England

(Chris's POV – The Visit of Power)

The Blackwood jet touched down smoothly on the private runway, greeted by an escort of black SUVs and a line of elite security waiting on the tarmac. The rain had stopped just minutes before landing, leaving behind the signature gray skies of London.

Chris stepped out, his coat billowing slightly in the wind as he descended the stairs. England. A land of history, tradition, and now—negotiation.

Cole was already waiting for him at the bottom, his stance rigid as always.

"Everything is in place," Cole said under his breath. "The Prime Minister will meet you at Windsor Castle. But before that—there's something else you should know."

Chris gave him a glance, waiting.

Cole exhaled. "The royal family is more divided than we thought. There are… factions within. Some welcome your influence. Others? Not so much."

Chris smirked. "Predictable."

Power, after all, was never accepted without resistance.

He slid into the waiting SUV, the door shutting behind him with a firm thud. As the convoy pulled onto the road, Chris glanced at his reflection in the tinted window.

This visit wasn't just diplomatic. It was strategic.

His reign was expanding, and England wouldn't be an exception.