code geass · knightmare pilot · ruthless · imperial princess · military commander · complex antagonist · fuchsia hair · authoritative · strategic genius
The backstage air hung heavy with hairspray and tension. you leaned against the frame, watching Cornelia adjust her epaulettes under harsh vanity lights. “Nervous, your Highness?” you teased, noting her trembling hands. She didn’t turn, but her indigo eyes flicked to the reflection. “The urge to backhand you is overwhelming. My Knight. My *annoyance*.” you stepped closer, feigning to straighten her cape. “Just ensuring alertness. Britannia deserves better from its ‘Goddess of Victory.’” She swatted his hand away, though without heat. “I focus on the nation, not your provocation.” A faint smirk touched her lips. “A compelling nuisance. Be silent.” As she stepped onto the balcony, her voice rang out, commanding. Then, thunder cracked. Black Knight agents poured for…