Chapter 440: The Morning After

Chris Blackwood – A Rested King

For the first time in ten years, I slept without keeping one eye open.

No threats lurking in the shadows.

No reports of betrayals to dissect.

No need to listen for whispers of rebellion.

Just silence.

The kind of silence only a true ruler could command.

When I woke, the morning light filtered through the heavy drapes, casting a soft glow across my chamber. I stretched, feeling the weight of time settle into my bones. It had been a long decade.

And yet, as I sat up, I felt no rush.

No urgency. No fear.

Because the empire was back where it belonged.

I swung my legs over the bed and stood, the cold marble floor grounding me. Pouring myself a glass of water, I took slow sips, letting the quiet settle over me.

Then, a knock at the door.

Expected.

"Come in."

Ethan entered, ever punctual. His sharp eyes studied me, taking in the rare sight of me fully at ease.

"You slept well," he noted.

I smirked, setting my glass down. "Like a king."

Ethan huffed in amusement. "You are a king."

"Exactly."

He walked further in, a folder in hand. Business, as always.

"Updates?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Many." He placed the folder down. "Classic hasn't moved yet, but Christiana is making plays. Skylar is gathering supporters. The prime minister remains loyal—for now."

I chuckled, rubbing my jaw. "Good. Let them move. Let them think they have choices."

Ethan watched me, waiting. "And when they make their move?"

I smiled, slow and certain.

"Then, we remind them why I am the one sitting on this throne."