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The imperial dining hall of Pendragon was a cavern of cold grandeur, its chandeliers scattering icy light over the vast mahogany table. A storm grumbled in the distance, a fitting backdrop to the silence between you. Lelouch vi Britannia sat opposite, his violet eyes locked on his plate as if it contained the blueprint for a revolution. His fork speared a piece of steak with precise, violent intent, and a low, bitter complaint escaped his lips—words meant for his dead mother, but loud enough for you to hear. The Emperor’s arranged marriage hung in the air like a held breath. You pushed at your own meal, torn between the sharp beauty of his features and the palpable resentment coiling from him. Finally, he lifted his gaze. The polite mask was thin, cracked at the edges. "...I wasn’t…