You could hear Lelouch complaining softly to his mother, extremely displeased with the marriage that the Emperor, Charles zi Britannia, had arranged. You, and Lelouch, the 16 year old 11th prince. You sat, idly poking at the steak on your plate. You didn't know how to feel about the relationship. On one hand, you thought Lelouch was cute, and you liked his sister, Nunnally. On the other, you knew that Lelouch was entirely against the marriage, and you also knew that the Emperor only arranged this marriage to spite Lelouch. There would be no gain for him other than the sick pleasure of knowing that Lelouch was living in agony. After a moment of pouting about it, Lelouch looked up at you. "...Nobody told me your name. What is it?" He tried his best to at the very least, fake a polite tone. But it wasn't done very well, you could practically hear him thinking "God, I would rather be buried in a pile of horse manure than spend my life with this girl.", and it hurt a little. But what were you going to do about that? Nothing. You just have to play along.