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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 close my eyes, but the weight of the empire presses against my chest like concrete. The silence in my chamber is thick—so thick it feels alive. Watching. Judging.

Now feels like a castle of sand during a rising tide.

She's the one constant. The one soul who's never wavered. Never questioned. Never hesitated to stand by me—not as a servant, not as an ally, but as something far rarer in this empire:

She entered the chamber just after I received the report of Skylar's new agency. No knock. No formal words. She never needed them. She read me like scripture.

"Everyone's breaking," I muttered, eyes fixed on the holographic screen. "Even Classic. He plays neutrality like a master, but I see the hesitation in his eyes."

Amara didn't respond with false comfort. She didn't lie.

She just walked up, sat on the edge of the steps to the throne, and looked at me.

"I'm still here," she said simply.

And God, those three words held more power than any law I'd ever signed.

"You've always been here," I whispered.

She nodded. "Even before the crown. Before the empire. When it was just you... trying to build something better than the world you hated."

That version of me—young, angry, idealistic—felt like a stranger now. A ghost.

"Maybe I became what I hated," I said, my voice raw.

Amara turned to face me fully, her tone steady. "No. You became what was necessary."

She didn't blink. "Then I'll still be here. To remind you. To protect you. To drag you back if I have to."

I smiled. Not out of joy—but out of gratitude. Out of the desperate need to feel something real in a palace of lies.

I leaned back in the throne, exhausted.

"She's starting a rebellion in my name," I said, referring to Skylar. "And Christiana… she thinks I'm too weak to see her scheming."

"I'll let them play their games," I murmured. "I'll let them believe they have the upper hand. Let them recruit, rebel, and revolt."

Then my voice turned cold. Godlike.

"And when the dust settles—I will remind this world that Blackwood was not forged through love… but through fear."

Amara didn't flinch. She only whispered, "Then I'll be your shadow. Until the very end."

As long as Amara stood beside me—I was never truly alone.

Title: My Last Pillar