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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

I stood just behind the velvet curtain of the imperial press chamber, arms folded, watching the performance unfold.

Skylar sat alone at the wide, golden-trimmed table, the Blackwood insignia glowing faintly behind her. Cameras flashed. Reporters—most of them carefully selected by Amara—sat like eager dogs waiting to be fed.

Skylar looked different tonight. Less royal. More… human. She wore soft grey, not her usual tailored silk. No crown. No jewelry. Just a simple scarf wrapped around her shoulders like she was mourning something.

She was playing her part perfectly.

"Good evening, citizens of the Blackwood Union," she began, voice trembling slightly. "I am Skylar Blackwood… but today, I don't speak as an elite, or a ruler. I speak as one of you."

A murmur rose from the crowd. She let it swell—then killed it with her next line.

"Because I no longer stand in full support of Chris Blackwood's decisions."

Gasps. The kind you hear before glass shatters. I smirked in the shadows.

"The identity auctions, the silence protocols, the endless control—" she paused, her eyes moistening—probably eye drops. "They weren't my idea. I stood by because I believed it was temporary. But I was wrong. We've gone too far."

She placed her hand over her chest.

"We've made our people numbers. And now those numbers are starting to bleed."

Classic, seated a few rows away, looked up sharply. Amara typed something into her tablet, probably issuing live sentiment updates from the Empire's internal feed. Numbers were already skyrocketing.

"So I will be leading a reform movement—immediately. A bridge between the rulers and the ruled. I will personally oversee a redistribution of identity ranks. Free upgrades for Sectors 32 through 41. A one-month suspension of all citizen fees. And I will open my door to any who wish to speak."

They didn't see the chessboard behind it.

Because Skylar wasn't betraying Chris. She was completing his design. She was the illusion of rebellion—the trap of mercy.

And when the people surged forward in love?

I walked away before the press could finish clapping. I didn't need to hear the ending. I knew it.

And then I'd become their executioner.

The Mask of Hope