Chapter 481: The King’s 40th Birthday

Chris POV

Twenty years had passed.

The empire stood stronger than ever, shaped by power, blood, and unwavering rule. Today, the world watched as Blackwood Empire celebrated my 40th birthday—a day that marked not only my life but my reign.

The grand palace was alive with dignitaries, world leaders, and the most powerful figures from across the empire. Lavish decorations adorned every hall, the chandeliers casting a golden glow over the marble floors. The air carried the scent of fine wine, aged whiskey, and the crisp aroma of victory.

I stood at the highest balcony, overlooking the vast courtyard filled with thousands of people—loyalists, subjects, and those who dared to pretend allegiance. Below me, Classic stood at the front, now a man shaped by power and experience. Christiana, ever formidable, had solidified her position as The Dictator, ensuring the empire's stability alongside Ethan.

Ethan approached, his face unreadable as always.

"Forty years," he muttered, handing me a glass of aged scotch.

I smirked. "I suppose I should feel old."

He scoffed. "Old? No. More dangerous? Yes."

I took a slow sip, letting the burn remind me of how far we had come. "Any threats?"

"There are always threats," Ethan said darkly. "But none worth worrying about today. The world bows to you now, whether they like it or not."

From the crowd below, Skylar's gaze found mine. She had changed over the years—still regal, still powerful, but the fire in her eyes had not dimmed.

Amal stood beside Classic, her presence just as sharp. They had grown into their roles, but I knew their struggles were far from over.

A sudden voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Your Majesty, the ceremony is ready."

I nodded, stepping away from the balcony. The world was watching, and tonight, I would remind them who I was.

Not just the ruler of Blackwood Empire.

But the man who would never fall.