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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 palace halls were quiet, almost too quiet.

After the broadcast, every corridor I walked through felt heavier. Like the very walls of the empire were listening—bracing for the storm that had just been unleashed.

Outside, the cleansing process was spreading like wildfire.

4 governors trying to flee. One caught disguised as a merchant. Another attempted to board a diplomatic airship using an ambassador's seal. Foolish.

They thought this would be like before.

But this time, I wasn't cleaning—I was burning.

"Your Majesty," Henry returned to my side, holding a fresh data-slate. "We found a second internal leak—one of the generals in charge of the East Border Logistics Division. General Fola Atim. Secret deals with traders from the Exiled Islands. Smuggling rare herbs, weapons... even people."

"Blackwood children," Henry growled. "Stolen from outer villages. Sold to rogue nations for experimentation and training. We have proof. Pictures. Transfers. Logs."

A darkness crept up my spine like a cold blade. "How long?"

"Over five years. Quiet. Hidden in export manifests masked as food and textile aid."

I turned, eyes sharp. "Where is General Atim?"

"Dead, sir. Bit into a suicide tooth before we got to him."

I clenched my jaw. "Then seize his family."

"Every single one. I want to know who benefited. Who looked the other way. Who helped him cover it up. Detain them all. If even one is guilty… bury the entire name."

I turned toward the east wing of the palace, where the Royal Military Tribunal was already preparing for the next wave of purges. I would preside personally.

As I walked, my communicator buzzed.

"Incoming secure message: Agent Sarah."

> "Your Majesty. We found documentation of hidden tunnels in Border Town Nine—smuggling lanes not registered in any archive. At least four non-Blackwood individuals passed through in the last month alone…

One of them carried anti-Blackwood propaganda.

And they spoke of meeting a noble inside the palace."

"Seal every tunnel. Lock that town down. And begin interrogations of every noble who has been granted audience access in the last month."

Sarah responded immediately. "Yes, Your Majesty."

I exhaled—slow, calculated. The roots of this betrayal ran deeper than expected.

It wasn't just corruption. It was infiltration.

Back inside the war room, the Dictator entered with a slate in hand.

"Father," she said crisply, "here are the results of our scans. At least 38 nobles in the capital have traded favors or secreted foreign funds in violation of your Union Decree."

I took the list and read names that once sat at my table. Names who had kissed my ring. Names who toasted to my health.

"Seize their homes. Freeze their accounts. Public announcement. I want the people to see what betrayal costs."

"What about their children?" Christiana asked quietly.

"If they are of age and innocent, they will serve. If not—detain and monitor. No exceptions."

"Sir. A foreign diplomat was caught at the border trying to smuggle in forged Blackwood documents and fake family records."

At night, in the solitude of my private chamber, I stared at the glowing map of the empire. Red pulses marked arrests. Blue marked investigations. Gold lit up the new fortified borders.

The Blackwood Empire was not for sale.

Not to the highest bidder. Not to the desperate. Not to those who had once worn crowns before I took them all.

No non-Blackwood blood will ever set foot on our soil again—unless they kneel in chains.

Chapter Title: Echoes of Betrayal