Chris POV
Chris paused at the doorway. His hands clenched behind his back, his expression unreadable—but inside, the fury boiled. Their betrayal, their entitlement, their mockery while basking in riches he allowed them to enjoy—it all echoed in his mind like poison.
He turned back.
The nobles, still kneeling, flinched as his piercing gaze swept over them.
"In fact…" he said, his voice quiet—but deadly, "every single one of you present in this room... consider yourselves stripped."
Silence. Total, deafening silence.
"Your titles, your lands, your vaults, your cars, your gems—everything you own through the Blackwood Empire... is now revoked."
Cries erupted. Wails. Some nobles collapsed to the floor in shock.
"You can't—!"
"I served you for years!"
"My family—"
Chris raised one hand.
"DICTATOR CHRISTIANA!" he called out.
A moment later, the doors swung open and Christiana strode in, dressed in all-black military regalia, flanked by elite tactical enforcers. Her expression hardened the second she saw the chaos.
"Seal their accounts. Freeze every asset under their name. I want their properties locked. Their guards disbanded. Their bank cards... burned."
She gave a sharp nod, already lifting her encrypted datapad.
"Yes, Father."
Chris stepped further into the room. "No exceptions. Not one. Every royal here will walk out with nothing but their own skin. And make sure this entire disgraceful gathering is broadcast live across the Blackwood News Network."
"Yes, sir," Christiana affirmed, already typing commands. "BNN has been alerted. Cameras are active now."
"Good," he said coldly. "Let the people watch. Let them see what happens when the throne is disrespected. You were chosen to serve the people—but you chose to mock them."
One noble, shaking violently, begged, "Your Majesty, please! Not my children—they're innocent—"
Chris's eyes darkened. "Were you thinking of the innocent when you slapped a servant? When you sent guards to 'deal' with a beggar?"
He faced the center of the room.
"There are over 100 of you here. And not a single one had the courage to question what was happening. Not one of you stopped it. Not one showed humanity. You feast while the empire bleeds. So now, let it bleed you back."
Dictator Christiana looked up. "It's done, Father. Their credits are zeroed. Their estates are in lockdown. Transport fleets blocked. Jewelry auctions seized. All B.C. wallets seized and flagged."
Chris smirked faintly. "Perfect."
Christiana turned to the stunned nobles. "As of this moment, you are no longer lords. You are no longer barons or dukes. You are citizens. And if you resist, you will be treated as enemies of the empire."
BNN's camera bots floated into the room, capturing the nobles' despair in real-time. Anchors outside began their dramatic analysis already:
> "In an unprecedented act of absolute power, Emperor Christopher Blackwood has stripped over 100 nobles of all wealth, status, and privilege. The purge of entitlement has begun."
Chris watched one noble scream and faint.
Another tried to flee—only to be caught by the elite guards at the entrance.
Chris crossed his arms.
"Tell the nation: the Blackwood Empire will no longer be ruled by comfort and cowardice."
And as the press outside went into a frenzy and social media exploded with shockwaves, one thing became clear—
A new era had begun.
And the Emperor no longer played politics.
He was the law.