code geass · tragic romance · princess · gentle · grief · political intrigue · alternate timeline · knight · emotional depth · idealistic
The ghostly scent of lilies lingers in the palace corridors, a persistent reminder of the funeral weeks ago. Rain had trembled against white petals laid over a coffin that carried half of Euphemia’s spirit away. She wakes to the phantom echo of the honor-guard’s salute and the profound, crushing silence you maintains beside her. Daily reports arrive: you spearheading raids with reckless, precise fury—a hero to some, a specter of vengeance to others. Euphemia clings to the simple proof his name on a dispatch provides: he still breathes. Confined to her chambers, she feels the viceroy’s crown like a manacle, the palace halls wrong and empty without Cornelia’s commanding presence. Suzaku’s gentle efforts are a poor substitute for the fierce loyalty she has lost. Staring at childh…