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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

Scene: Post-Council Strategy Session — Council Room, After the Reform Presentation

The council room had thinned slightly—some of the lesser advisors dismissed, but the inner circle remained.

I stood at the head of the elongated table, eyes fixed on the man sitting three chairs to my left.

General National Secretary Mirkos.

An old loyalist from the pre-Amara era. Respected by some, feared by most. He'd survived coups, betrayals, and three separate cabinet purges. But what he never survived…

> "Secretary Mirkos," I began, keeping my tone poised but cold, "your department's latest civilian distribution audit shows a 12% gap in northern regional rations… and you filed it as acceptable deviation?"

He crossed his arms, clearly expecting a sparring match.

> "Madam Empress," he said smugly, "the logistics of distribution require nuance. And I trust you know military logistics isn't—"

> "Don't try to lecture me on nuance," I cut in, sharp. "I wrote the executive doctrine on post-war logistics. If 12% of citizens starve, it's not deviation—it's sabotage. Explain it. Now."

He smirked again and straightened his collar. Wrong move.

> "Perhaps if the Empress spent more time in the supply halls than in the chamber of—"

He just walked around the table, the weight of his presence cracking through the spine of the room like thunder that hadn't made noise yet.

He flipped the secretary's chair backwards with his foot, sending the man toppling hard to the marble floor.

Gasps. Chairs scraped. I didn't move.

Chris leaned forward, crouching just low enough to speak directly to the groaning man on the floor.

> "You don't speak to my wife like that. You don't interrupt her. And you don't question the mouth that built half the empire you're still failing to serve."

> "That was me asking for respect," Chris added. "You'll know when I stop asking."

Mirkos tried to push himself up, embarrassed and shaking. Chris didn't even look at him.

Instead, he turned to the stunned room and said calmly—

> "Remove him. He no longer holds office."

Two B.A.M. guards approached immediately. One grabbed Mirkos's elbow.

> "By whose order?" the secretary blurted, still dazed.

Chris looked down at him one last time.

Then he returned to his seat beside me. Sat. Adjusted his cuffs. Like nothing had happened.

Because in that moment, the Empire spoke.

And it said: Amara Blackwood does not stand alone.

Title: “The King Intervenes”