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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

The heavy marble doors that led into the Royal Gathering Hall were slightly ajar—just enough for Chris, still cloaked in his beggar disguise, to slip in behind a servant delivering wine.

Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in soft gold light. Royal banners bearing the Blackwood insignia fluttered gently from the ceiling beams. Around the oval obsidian table sat some of the most powerful nobles, military leaders, and aristocrats in the Blackwood Union—drinking, laughing, plotting.

Chris moved silently along the wall, shadow to shadow, head bowed low as though he belonged to the help. No one gave him more than a passing glance. After all, who would suspect a beggar among emperors?

Duke Marcus Trent, leaning back in his seat, boasted about his recent conquest in the Eastern Territories, brushing off the mass protests as "a minor inconvenience."

Baroness Leona Wraith, sly and sharp, whispered to a lord beside her, "The Emperor's gone soft. This whole 'mercy and reform' phase? It won't last. We need someone hungrier at the top. Someone bold."

Another voice chimed in—General Haldren, grizzled and blunt: "If the Emperor wants loyalty, he should stop hiding behind women and advisors. First it was Skylar's influence, now it's that damn Dictator girl. Where's his spine?"

Chris stepped closer, still pretending to serve, picking up a goblet and pretending to clean.

"I hear Christiana may take the throne soon," someone muttered from the far end. "If that happens, we might as well prepare for civil war. The military doesn't kneel easily."

"She's too idealistic. And her fiancé? That Baron Elias is more of a poet than a leader."

Chris tilted the goblet slowly. The wine inside swirled as he steadied his temper.

> "The real problem," said a voice with steely contempt, "is the Emperor himself. He hides too much. We need visibility. Command. Fear. He's turned into a symbol, not a sovereign."

Chris exhaled quietly, his heart pounding—not with rage, but with certainty.

This… this was exactly why he had to walk among them again. To see the truth his golden throne kept from him.

The room shifted, laughter rising again.

> "Hey, you. Boy." A noble jabbed a finger toward Chris. "Who let you in here? You're not supposed to be among us."

Chris turned slowly, letting the low candlelight cast deep shadows over his face.

Before he could speak, another voice—this time amused—rose from behind the table:

"Leave him. He's nothing. Just a beggar trying to feel important for one night."

The others chuckled, dismissing him like trash.

He wanted to laugh—but he didn't. He simply bowed low, then turned and left the hall without another word.

But as the doors closed behind him, he pulled out his comm once more.

> "Mark everyone in that room tonight. Everyone. I want full loyalty profiles, financial leaks, and power movements mapped before sunrise."

Chris looked back once at the gilded doors.

A Ghost Among Royals