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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

He moved like mist through the dim servant corridors, the coarse fabric of his cloak brushing against the damp stone walls. The palace had many faces—grandeur for the guests, precision for the council, and grit for the workers. He knew them all. And tonight, he wore none of them.

From the servant wing, he slipped through the arched stone gate that led to the outer court—where minor nobles, visiting house members, and military officers often gathered before formal events. A few had already arrived for the upcoming Strategy Conclave. The perfect place to see the hierarchy in motion… and the arrogance that came with unchecked privilege.

He pulled his hood lower and stooped his shoulders, adopting the worn gait of a beggar—limping slightly, clothes unkempt, eyes lowered like someone used to being ignored.

Across the stone path, a noble strutted forward—robe rich with silver embroidery, rings glinting under the chandeliers that spilled light from above. His name echoed faintly in Chris's memory: Lord Benedict Vael. An old family. Loud in court. Quiet in loyalty.

Chris moved into his path intentionally.

"Please, my lord," he rasped, voice low and strained. "Spare something. My family—my children—haven't eaten in days."

"Get away from me, filth." He sneered, then—smack!—swung his ringed hand across Chris's face.

The sting was real. The force jarring.

Chris stumbled, falling to one knee, head bowed. Not because it hurt—no, the slap barely registered. But because he wanted the man to believe he'd just humiliated a desperate no one.

> "You people are always clinging like rats. The Emperor gives too much mercy. That's why you leeches never die off," Lord Vael muttered, striding away with his nose in the air.

Chris remained kneeling a moment longer, hand pressed against his cheek. The same hand that once signed treaties, declared wars, and crushed rebellions. Now dirty. Bruised.

The irony made him chuckle under his breath.

He slowly stood, keeping the limp, and moved off toward the palace garden wall. There, hidden in the shade, he reached into his cloak and tapped the communicator once.

Chris's voice was quiet—dangerously quiet.

> "I want every record on Lord Vael's house. Land titles, political sponsors, secret holdings, all of it. If there's even one stain of disloyalty... I'll erase that name from the records of time."

"Understood. Executing silent investigation immediately."

Chris leaned against the wall, his breath slow and steady. The slap still tingled on his skin, but he welcomed it.

Because tonight, he had touched the underbelly of his empire again.

Now he remembered exactly why mercy… was weakness.

Disguised Among the Nobles