Christiana's POV
The murmurs hadn't even settled before my father delivered his next move.
"From today," Chris announced, his voice unwavering, "I withdraw the Blackwood Empire from all world governing bodies."
Silence.
Then chaos.
Ministers and advisors scrambled to whisper into the ears of their rulers. The King of England narrowed his gaze, the Queen of Spain tapped her fingers against the table, and the Emir of Saudi Arabia merely exhaled, unreadable.
I smiled. Of course.
This wasn't just about creating the Blackwood Union.
This was about forcing the world to adapt.
"That includes the United Nations, the World Bank, the IMF, and every global council that dares to dictate policies without true power to enforce them," Chris continued smoothly.
The King of England spoke first. "You're declaring yourself above international law."
Chris tilted his head slightly, amused. "I'm declaring that international law has never applied to me."
I saw it then—the shift. The moment when they realized the rules had changed.
My father wasn't asking for permission. He wasn't negotiating.
He was rewriting the global order.
The Queen of Spain leaned forward. "And what happens to those who refuse to recognize this… Blackwood Union?"
Chris took a slow sip of his drink before answering.
"They will learn that the world does not wait for those unwilling to evolve."
A quiet threat. A loud warning.
I glanced at Classic. He remained composed, his mind undoubtedly racing through the weight of this move. He knew what this meant.
This wasn't just about him proving himself anymore.
This was about who would stand with the Blackwood Empire… and who would be left behind.