Scene: Council Room — Continuation of Same Scene
Classic 😎's POV
The silence was louder than Mirkos hitting the floor.
Chris had returned. Not just in presence—but in dominion. That moment, that act, wasn't for drama. It wasn't a performance. It was a declaration:
> The throne doesn't ask. It decides.
And Amara?
She didn't flinch. Didn't blink. She didn't even nod in gratitude. Because this wasn't unexpected.
It was understood.
They were in sync again. In rhythm. King and Queen—cold fire and sharp steel. There was something terrifying about that kind of unity.
The council members looked around nervously, unsure whether to speak or breathe too loudly. I could feel the tension crawling across the long table like a living shadow.
I leaned slightly forward, clearing my throat.
> "Shall we return to the business of empire?"
Everyone turned to me. I kept my tone even, but not too soft. I needed them to know I was still part of this trinity—not just a son standing beside two thrones.
Chris gestured with his hand. "Proceed, 04."
And with that, the room exhaled—barely.
> "As I was saying before the disruption," I said, eyes shifting deliberately to where Mirkos had once sat, "civilian welfare reforms will require not just restructuring... but accountability."
There was no irony lost in that word. Everyone got the message.
Amara picked up the momentum like she never dropped it.
> "Effective immediately, I'll be installing a civilian oversight unit—independent of the military wing and under no ministry's control. Directly answerable to the Crown."
No objections. Not this time.
Because no one wanted to be the next to end up on the marble.
I saw Chris lean back, his fingers steepled. Not relaxed—but satisfied.
He was letting her lead. Publicly. But with his weight behind her words.
That kind of calculated support?
Deadlier than any decree.
I watched them both and said to myself silently:
> They've become something more dangerous than rulers…
> They've become unshakable.
And in that moment, I knew — if I wanted to protect my future, I had to learn from them… or eventually stand against them.
There would be no middle ground.
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