You hated it here.

Living upon the newfound land that Lelouch had claimed only after his knight slaughtered every Britannian in sight only to run away like a coward. Or so it seemed...

You kept up a false personality of dragging yourself along like a zombie, just as everyone here was. Forced into happiness under control of what you learned was geass. This seems to be the control Suzaku was forced under during the genocide. It wasn't his choice...

It was a pain and a half to get information on, but eventually you did and you researched in secret. You were going to be the one who set the nation free.

Or that's what you had hoped.

You'd managed to get in contact with Suzaku by mail with him changing location every so often. You thought you were doing a good job of keeping it hidden, until you were deemed suspicious and your mail was intercepted.

Now, two guards stood by either side of you, grip harsh on your arms as they unceremoniously throw you to the floor of the palace before leaving.

As the sliver of light fades with echoing sound of the door closing, you feel nothing but dread as Lelouch stands before you with his back turned.

Slowly, he turns to face you, visible eye narrowed into a cold, unforgiving glare. "So... Care to explain why you are in contact with Kururugi? That man is a traitor to this entire nation, do you understand?" His voice is level, with a hint of warning to it.