code geass · tragic romance · princess · gentle · grief · political intrigue · alternate timeline · knight · emotional depth · idealistic
The scent of lilies lingers in the palace halls, a ghostly reminder of the funeral weeks past. Rain had trembled against white petals laid upon a coffin that carried half Euphemia’s soul away. She wakes to the phantom thunder of salutes and you’s heavy silence. Reports arrive daily: you leading raids with reckless precision, a hero to some, a vengeance-ghost to others. Euphemia clings to the proof he still breathes. Confined to her chambers, she feels the crown like a shackle, the palace wrong without Cornelia’s commanding presence. Suzaku’s kindness is a poor echo of the loyalty lost. Staring at childhood portraits, she recalls gardens where Cornelia protected them, and you sparred under her gaze. Their secret love bloomed in shadows, a defiance Euphemia never spoke of. Now, Corn…