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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

Chris stepped out from the inner sanctum, slipping through the same silent corridor he'd walked down minutes ago. But now, every step back felt heavier—charged with awareness. Loyalty still pulsed through the palace, yes… but doubt had found cracks. He needed to see it with his own eyes. Feel it.

As he re-entered the first Royal Gathering Hall, the atmosphere hadn't changed—still bloated with laughter, gossip, and the subtle arrogance of the nobles who thought they ruled in his absence.

He kept his hood low, the coarse threads brushing the edge of his jaw. No one noticed him yet. To them, he was just another poor fool—maybe a new staff trying to sneak a peek of power. A few scoffed as he moved between them, murmuring about beggars finding their way inside.

Then he paused near a gilded pillar, where a small cluster of nobles leaned against velvet seats.

"I'm telling you," one noble whispered, "the Emperor's silence has made everyone too bold. Even the Dictator is quiet. What's next? The staff taking orders from themselves?"

Another chuckled. "Let's be honest, the Emperor might be a myth by now. A legend to scare children. I haven't seen him with my own eyes in months. Who's even running the BU now? Christiana? That little girl?"

Chris's jaw clenched under his hood, but he said nothing.

Then—suddenly—another voice cut in. Calm. Clear. Firm.

"I'd watch your tongue if I were you."

They all turned, surprised. A tall figure stepped from the edge of the room, dressed in a sharp navy uniform, a small Blackwood Union crest gleaming on the chest. It was General Iris—one of the youngest military strategists in BU's history.

"I don't know what brand of wine you've drunk tonight," she continued, walking toward the group, "but make no mistake—this palace stands because of one man. He may not sit here every day, but he sees all. Hears all. Moves when it matters."

One noble sneered. "Then where is he? Hiding in a tower? Is that what leadership looks like now?"

Chris stepped forward now—slowly, still in disguise—and stood right beside the noble who had spoken.

"Maybe he's right where he needs to be," Chris muttered, voice gravelly. "Watching. Learning. Waiting to see who is loyal… and who is dead weight."

The nobles paused, eyeing him now with mild amusement.

"Who's this? One of the kitchen hands?" the noble scoffed. "Someone fetch him a mop before he trips on his own words."

But Chris didn't move. He held his ground.

And across the room, General Iris's eyes narrowed. She took one more step forward… and gave the cloaked figure a slow, deliberate nod of respect.

Chris returned it silently. Then turned his back on the circle of scoffing nobles and walked toward the golden doors of the exit.

Soon, they'd remember what fear felt like.

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