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Legacy of Blackwood – Synopsis

Decades after Chris Blackwood reshaped the world, his empire stands unrivaled, with its influence stretching across nations. The Blackwood Union rules with absolute authority, dictating the course of history itself. But as the throne transitions to a new ruler, the balance of power shifts, and old alliances are tested.

Ethan Carter, the trusted right hand of Chris, has been named the new Supreme Ruler. With his appointment comes the weight of expectation, the burden of maintaining an empire built on dominance, and the whispers of betrayal lurking in the shadows.

Classic Blackwood and Christiana Blackwood—each with their own vision for the future—must decide where their loyalties lie. Skylar Blackwood, ever watchful, remains a force to be reckoned with, her ambitions far from fulfilled.

But as external threats rise and internal conflicts brew, the question remains: Will the Legacy of Blackwood thrive under new leadership, or will it collapse under the weight of its own power?

A tale of loyalty, ambition, and the price of absolute rule—Legacy of Blackwood begins.

Legacy of Blackwood

Skylar's POV – The Queen's Preparation

The scent of lavender and burning incense floated through the dressing chamber. Dozens of attendants moved silently, obeying gestures and glances, never words. Skylar stood before a floor-to-ceiling mirror, her reflection staring back like a goddess carved in crystal.

Chris's words still echoed in her mind—"Wear the Empire itself."

On her left, the head designer bowed slightly as he presented the first layer: a sheer silken fabric mined from Aeonreach's floating mills—lighter than air, woven with dust from meteorite shards. It shimmered in soft celestial hues as it caught the light.

"Layer two," Skylar ordered calmly, without turning her gaze from the mirror.

Another attendant stepped forward, unveiling a gown laced with threads of solar gold—liquid-processed and blessed by the High Priests of Solara. It wasn't just rare; it was sacred. The threads pulsed faintly, humming with warmth, as if the sun itself recognized her right to wear it.

"I want the obsidian shoulder crown," she said. "Inlaid with the Nine Sigils of the Blackwood Union. And the emeralds from the Forbidden Caverns. They belonged to queens who reigned before time was even tracked. It's fitting."

The attendants obeyed at once. No hesitation. No questions.

This wasn't just about looking beautiful.

It was about reminding the world who she was.

Not just the wife of the supreme ruler.

Not just the mother of the Dictator and the Heir.

The woman who helped build an empire that conquered the world without mercy—and held it with grace.

Her thoughts wandered briefly to Christiana and Classic. They were growing faster than she'd imagined—Christiana, cold and fierce like a blade wrapped in velvet. And Classic… quiet, but dangerous. A strategist in the making.

Skylar exhaled slowly, softening as her thoughts shifted to Chris.

No matter how vast the empire became, no matter how many planets bent their knees in the future, Chris was the axis of her universe.

She would wear this gown for the world…

But she would wear it for him first.

As the final layers came together, she spoke with calm authority:

"Triple the security on the wardrobe vault. No one touches this without my handprint. And notify the Head of Ball Protocol—my entrance must follow precisely three minutes after the Dictator and before the Heir."

Then she looked one last time in the mirror, her lips curling into a slow, commanding smile.

"Let the world prepare. I am not attending this ball.

Chapter Title: Crown of Silk and Steel