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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 weight of the empire never felt heavier than this morning.

I stood at the edge of the palace balcony, draped in the official robes of Blackwood 02, my eyes scanning the sea of citizens below. They had gathered in silence—waiting not for hope, but for justice.

Chris hadn't spoken to me since last night.

But I didn't need his words. He had given me full permission.

Skylar's execution was set for tomorrow.

But today—today would be her final sunrise.

I turned from the crowd and walked down the spiral staircase leading to the lower dungeons, each step echoing like a death bell. Two elite guards followed behind me. Silent. Trained. Loyal.

At the final door, I raised a hand. "Leave us."

They hesitated. But one look from me and they vanished back into the shadows.

Skylar looked different this morning.

Her once-pristine blonde hair now hung in dull waves, eyes rimmed with red but dry. There was no crown. No veil. No perfume.

The woman I used to fear. The woman I once admired.

"I thought you'd come to gloat," she said, voice cracking like old parchment.

I didn't reply immediately. Instead, I walked to the small table between us and placed a single, black envelope on it.

She stared at it like it might explode.

"Your last right," I said calmly. "A letter. To anyone you choose. We'll deliver it. But no reply."

Skylar didn't reach for it. She didn't even look at me.

I tilted my head. "You loved owning him. That's different."

She looked up sharply, rage flickering. "Don't you dare judge me. You have no idea what we survived together. What we built."

"Then you should've protected it," I said simply. "Not betrayed it."

Then Skylar finally said, "He won't come see me, will he?"

And it broke me more than I wanted to admit.

From the far window of my chamber, I watched Amara return from the dungeons, her expression unreadable.

I turned away and walked to the inner desk. Laid out before me were the final declarations:

Skylar Blackwood, Former 02: Execution approved.

And for the first time in years, I felt… peace.

Even if it came at the cost of blood.

Title: The Last Dawn of Skylar