Christiana Blackwood – A War of Shadows
I sat in the hall, listening to the murmurs of the officials.
Father had taken back the throne.
Mother had been stripped of her rule.
But this was not the end.
Not for her.
Not for me.
I had learned from both of them. From Father's calculated dominance, from Mother's unwavering control.
I had studied their games, memorized their moves.
And I knew one thing for certain—power was never taken without consequence.
Classic was quiet, unreadable as he sat beside me. He had announced his readiness to rule, only to have Father return and cast him aside in the same breath.
He was thinking. Calculating.
And I was doing the same.
Skylar Blackwood may have lost her throne today, but she was not defeated.
And Chris Blackwood may have reclaimed it, but he was not untouchable.
A storm was coming.
And I would be the one to decide which side survived.