Christiana POV – The Breaking Point

Christiana sat in her chamber long after Classic had left, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. She had never questioned her father's decisions before—not openly, at least. But this… this was different.

For years, she had been the enforcer of his rule, the one who maintained order with an iron fist. And yet, when Ethan, a man who was not even of Blackwood blood, disrespected the structure she upheld, he was spared. Worse, Skylar, who had no real power, was reinstated without consequences.

It felt like betrayal.

She exhaled sharply and stood. If her father would not act, she would.

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The grand halls of the Blackwood Palace were eerily silent at this hour. The soft glow of chandeliers cast long shadows as she made her way to the throne chamber. Two guards flanked the entrance, their expressions unreadable as they bowed in respect.

"Is my father inside?" she asked.

One of them nodded. "Yes, my lady. He is expecting you."

Her brow twitched slightly at that. Of course he is.

The massive doors swung open, revealing the dimly lit chamber. Chris sat on his throne, his presence commanding even in silence. His eyes flickered to her the moment she stepped inside.

"You seem troubled, Christiana," he said, his voice calm.

She walked forward, each step measured, her gaze unyielding. "I don't agree with your decision."

Chris sighed, leaning back. "Which one?"

"Skylar."

A beat of silence.

"You gave her back her crown after Ethan humiliated her. That was a sign of weakness."

Chris exhaled slowly, tapping his fingers against the armrest. "And what would you have had me do?"

"Reinforce the law. A ruler does not reverse a punishment simply because of personal ties. If Ethan deemed her unworthy, then she should have remained that way."

Chris tilted his head, studying her. "Do you truly believe power is just about punishment?"

"It's about control," she shot back. "And right now, you are losing it."

Chris chuckled, but there was no warmth in it. "Do you think I don't see what you're doing, Christiana?"

She stiffened slightly.

"You are not just questioning my decisions—you are challenging me. Be careful with your next words."

Christiana met his gaze, her heart pounding.

"You taught me to be strong, to rule without mercy. And yet, when it comes to Skylar, you hesitate."

Chris was silent for a long moment before finally rising from his throne. He stepped down, closing the distance between them.

"I do not hesitate, Christiana. I choose my battles. And Skylar? She is not the war you should be fighting."

Her lips pressed into a thin line. "Then what should I be fighting?"

Chris placed a hand on her shoulder, his grip firm. "The real threats. And when they come, you will understand the difference between power and pride."

She wanted to argue, to push back, but something in his tone made her pause.

Maybe he was right.

But that didn't mean she would stop watching.