Chapter 505: The Gatekeeper of Power

Christiana's POV

I raised an eyebrow, swirling the wine in my glass, as the words left Classic's lips.

"Before you will enter, you must pass through our Dictator."

For a moment, the room froze. The air shifted. Every ruler present turned their gaze toward me.

Interesting.

I felt the corners of my lips curl slightly, an amused smirk playing at the edges. Classic had just made a move I didn't expect—one that placed me directly in the center of this new order.

I set my glass down, standing gracefully.

"Is that so?" My voice was smooth, laced with intrigue.

Classic met my gaze, unreadable.

Chris, ever the strategist, leaned back in his seat, his smirk deepening. He was watching, letting the pieces fall into place. Letting us decide how this played out.

The Queen of Spain's eyes narrowed slightly. The King of England crossed his arms. The Emir of Saudi Arabia remained expressionless, but I could feel his mind working behind his composed façade.

"And tell me, dear brother," I said, stepping forward, "what exactly do they need to pass?"

Classic didn't blink.

"Loyalty," he said simply. "Proven, not spoken."

I let that hang in the air for a moment, savoring the weight of it.

Then I turned to face the gathered rulers, slowly surveying the room.

"You heard him," I said lightly. "Before you claim a place in the Blackwood Union, you go through me."

A pause. Then, I chuckled softly.

"Let's see who's worthy, shall we?"