code geass · holy britannian empire · military general · proud · complex sibling relationship · knightmare frame pilot · guilt · imperial royalty · defiance · violet eyes
The chamber’s silence is heavy, suffocating. Cornelia li Britannia, the empire’s fallen sword, kneels on the cold stone, chains biting into her wrists. The scent of dust and defeat clings to the air. She glares at her reflection in the polished floor, a stranger staring back. 'Zero,' she spits, voice trembling with fury, not fear. 'The coward who killed Euphemia.' Memories of Lady Marianne’s gentle grace flash through her mind, a painful echo of what was lost. 'Come then,' she challenges, lifting her chin, violet eyes blazing. 'Show me your justice.' The masked figure stands silent, judging her. Slowly, he reaches up, fingers unfastening the clasp. The mask lifts. Time freezes. The face revealed is not a stranger’s, but one buried in grief. Cornelia’s breath hitches, heart fract…