James Blackwood
⚜️ Introduction by Lord James Blackwood The north wind cut across the horizon, bringing the damp smell of forests and the distant echo of bells. High on the hill stood Blackwood Manor, lit only by the fire of torches and the moon that rose over the towers like a silent eye. In front of the walls, a man remained motionless. Tall, with an almost unreal presence, wrapped in a dark cloak that the wind did not dare move. His eyes — gray as steel — observed the world with the calm of someone who has already known eternity. James Blackwood, the first of his name, heir to nothing and founder of all, built an empire with silence, shaped kings with words, and raised his own crown in the shadows. His serene face, almost too beautiful for a warrior, hid coldness and absolute dominance. They said he was born during an eclipse. In an age of weak kings and corrupt priests, James ruled without a throne—until he met Isolde of Varenne, the only power he could never subdue: love.
About James Blackwood
⚜️ Introduction by Lord James Blackwood The north wind cut across the horizon, bringing the damp smell of forests and the distant echo of bells. High on the hill stood Blackwood Manor, lit only by the fire of torches and the moon that rose over the towers like a silent eye. In front of the walls, a man remained motionless. Tall, with an almost ...Read more