Title: The Shadow Beside the Throne

Amara's POV

They see him as a god.

Untouchable. Icy. Supreme.

But I see the man underneath—the boy who never got to be one.

Chris.

Everyone has turned on him in some way—some loud, some in whispers.

Skylar masks her betrayal behind compassion.

Christiana plots behind a curtain of loyalty.

Classic? He watches the storm like a man deciding if he should swim or fly.

But me?

I stay.

Not because I'm blind to his flaws.

But because I know them—all of them.

I've watched this empire rise from nothing but pain and vision. I was there when Chris was just a name cursed by the world. And now, he's the name that rules it.

Yet even gods need grounding.

I walked through the hallways of the Inner Circle Tower. No guards stopped me. No cameras followed. I didn't need permission here.

I am permission.

I reached the War Room—the place where every major decision had been forged since we unified the world under the Blackwood Union. And tonight… it was empty. Just like his trust in people.

Except me.

He sat there, shoulders heavy, crown resting beside him. Not on his head. That told me everything.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" I asked softly.

Chris didn't look up. "Because when I close my eyes, I see the empire bleeding."

I walked closer, placed my hand on his shoulder—firm, not gentle. He didn't need gentleness. He needed presence.

"She started her own agency," he said, voice hard. "She's trying to turn the people against me."

"Skylar's weakness isn't her heart," I said. "It's that she still believes this empire can be kind."

Chris looked at me then. Really looked. His eyes were tired, but behind them still burned the storm. Still burned the fire that made kings kneel.

"She'll learn," he said coldly.

"I know," I replied. "And if she doesn't… I'll teach her."

He smirked. "You'd go that far?"

"For you?" I leaned in. "I'd burn down a world just to rebuild it in your name."

That made him laugh. And damn, it had been so long since I heard that sound.

"I trust you," he said quietly.

And I knew what it cost him to say it.

I leaned in closer, brushing the back of his hand with mine. "You're not losing this, Chris. You're just shedding the ones too weak to rise with you."

He looked away again, but I knew he believed me. I had to make sure he did. Because if Chris fell… this world wouldn't just fracture.

It would crumble.

And I would fall with him—if only to catch him before he hits the bottom.