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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: Global Sovereigns Conference – Chris's POV

"Continue your meeting," I said, my voice cutting through the stunned silence like a wire through glass.

I let the pause stretch… made it uncomfortable.

Then leaned forward just enough to remind them all — I wasn't here for protocol.

> "What?" I asked, tone calm but heavy. "You were discussing me, weren't you? Delvaron. Orvanu. Sanctions. Control. Containment. Isn't that what powerless leaders do when something bigger enters the room? They talk like they matter."

One delegate — President Kaye of the Borderline Confederacy — cleared his throat.

> "With all due respect, Your Majesty, this meeting is for allied nations under Charter Rule-7—"

> "Which was written by cowards during peace," I interrupted. "And signed by governments that can no longer defend their own capitals."

Others looked at him like he'd just been targeted.

> "Go ahead," I said, opening my hands mockingly. "Continue your meeting. Plan your sanctions. Write your speeches. Send your ambassadors to countries that no longer exist."

I let my gaze drift around the room — made sure to meet every pair of eyes.

> "Any document you sign… that doesn't have my seal... is worthless.

Any law you pass… that contradicts my order... is void.

And any military you build… that doesn't kneel… will be crushed."

> "So yes—continue your meeting. You may even adjourn it.

But when you wake up tomorrow and your people chant a name,

Didn't ask for permission. Didn't wait for applause.

Cut To: Delegate of the Western Isles – POV (Under the Table)

My hand shook as I typed beneath the desk, fingers trembling over the secure line to our underground network.

> He came. He just walked in. Sat in the top seat. No resistance.

Title: “A Seat Claimed”