CODE GEASS

The Alliance

Synopsis:

The kingdom of Arabbia has always been a neutral country, until the crown princess Amethyst al Arabbia decides to break the rule and form an alliance with none other than the second prince to Britannia, Schneizel el Britannia. Other than that, she also seems to know a lot of anyone's secrets, especially the Emperor of Britannia himself, and his deceased brother. When confronted with Zero himself, she seems to know him as well.

Who is she actually? Why and how does she know of everyone's deepest, darkest secrets? What is her motive? But the most important question of them all: is she heroine, or is she a villain?

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Episode #01

The Arrival

The prospective country of Arabbia has its crown princess visiting the mainland of Britannia. They arrive with a 10 ton glass fleet, Arabbia's latest technology and carbon copy from Her Majesty's own blueprint.

Arabbia used to be one of the poorest continents in the world. After the war break through, Arabbia united into one whole country and started to evolve. Today, it has become one of the richest country in the world, one that even rivals Britannia. They envy its prosperity ─ none of the citizen in the country are poor, health and security fulfillments are provided to the fullest and free of charge, and their technology is always the latest of its version.

The second prince of the kingdom, Schneizel el Britannia, awaits for her arrival by the airport himself, which has been reserved just for the occasion.

When the crown princess steps out, she is accompanied by her knight dressed in black. She herself dressed in white from head to toe, making a perfect contrast when the two stands together. Her outfit is similar to that of a dressing dress. She has a long web veil that reaches the level of her skirt, pooling behind her feet. Floral embroidery covers her top dress, her sleeves and the rest covered with silk material that blooms in volume.

"Welcome to the kingdom of Britannia. I, Schneizel el Britannia, will be the representative of my country and guide during your stay here." He places a courteous kiss upon the back of her gloved hand.

"Thank you for inviting us to your lovely country. My name is Amethyst al Arabbia. It is nice to have finally meet you, second prince of Britannia." A voice as smooth as silk replies from behind that white phantom mask she wears.

The royalties of the Arabbia are famous of their tradition in wearing masks in public. Up to this day a handful numbers of them are still very much devoted to the tradition, and even worshiping the sacredness of their masks.

The guests are accompanied with ten units of vehicle and twenty units of Knightmare. Their car is occupied with four people, two sitting on each side. Prince Schneizel is accompanied by his Knight, while Amethyst with hers. She must admit, Britannia's tech is not as bad, though still nothing compared to Arabbia's.

Broodingly, she recites, "الطريق إلى العرش هو الطريق مليء بالأشواك، ولكن ردة يستحق كل قطرة دم." The road to the throne is a road full of thorns, but the rose is worth every drop of blood.

"وكان أن مثل هذا قصيدة جميلة يا صاحب الجلالة. لقد سمعت أن كنت واحدا من أكثر الموهوبين العربية." That was such a beautiful poem, Your Majesty. I have heard that you are one of the most talented of Arabbia. If Amethyst is surprise, she doesn't show it. Or at least, not even underneath that mask. How knows that the prince speaks the tongue of Arabbia as well?

"أنا معجب. أنا واثق أن السيدات واحدة من بلدي سيقدر هذه المعرفة," she replies. I am impressed. I am positive that the single ladies from my country would appreciate this knowledge.

"كنت تملق لي يا صاحب الجلالة. بالتأكيد قلوبهم قد طالما سرقت من قبل إخوانكم," Schneizel speaks just as smoothly, he might as well be an Arabbian. You flatter me, Your Majesty. Surely their heart would have long been stolen by your brothers.

Noticing how left out his Knight is, Amethyst decides to switch back to English. "With Altore, I am positive that he did more than steal their hearts. But with Elric? He is not much of a narcissist as his older brother's."

The two men stare at her as the crown princess openly proclaims her view of her own brother. Schneizel chuckles, causing them to glance at him. Amethyst tilts her head to the right, asking silently, "Is there something funny?"

"My apologies. I am just impressed by your openness."

"I am merely stating a fact. Besides, we Arabbians do not lie in the presence of the Mask." Aside from being sacred, it is believed that those who wear the mask are not allowed to utter even for a single lie. And though her tone is stern, somehow Schneizel imagines her smiling secretly behind that mask.

"But which such a sad poem, though?"

"Considering how Area 11 is doing, I do believe that your country is being driven to a revolution. Therefore, in due time, that throne will be empty again. When that time comes, I do believe that Britannia will be in need of a strong leader." Amethyst makes sure that he knows who she is referring to.

Schneizel only smile at that, and thought it seems convincing to most people, she knows that it is not sincere. "As you have been aware of, I am not interested in politics. Besides, I do think that my dear elder brother will manage just as fine."

But different from others, Amethyst points out, "If your brother is so dear to you, you would have taken over." That earns a hard glance from him. The car seems to become tense by that one sentence, even his Knight looks uncomfortable.

"Is that why you are taking over your father, Your Majesty? To spare your siblings of the thorns in the future?" Schneizel's tone does not sound as light as before, but just barely tracing over.

"Yes," she admits without hesitation. If Britannia is going to get a new leader, she'd rather has someone like him leading it. It is better to have someone how knows how to do the job rather than a head figure who can easily get manipulated. "Besides, you are just a few steps away. It will not be hard to make things happen."

"I will not allow harm to come to my broth─"

"Who says anything about harming anyone? There are other ways to achieve this goal. Or, would you rather let someone else seize the chance?"

When confronted, rather than biting the bait, he surrenders. "Your Majesty, this topic of subject does not seem to be appropriate to be discussed in the present time. I suggest that we continue this discussion somewhere else."

Oh, no. He is not doing this to her. He might be able to get away with others, but she is not someone else. She is the crown princess of Arabbia, general of the Great Armies, and the second in command of the kingdom. She comes here to finish some jobs, and she is planning to complete every single one of them.

Catching them in surprise, she rises from her sit and lungs ahead towards Schneizel. Kanon, his Knights, prepares to cast his sword, but the prince stops him with a hand. The Black Knight stays put in his seat, though his body language tense a little, always prepared if anything dire is to happen.

Amethyst leans in until she is barely inches away from Schneizel, her mask the only barrier between them. She lays her hands on each side beside his head to keep herself balanced, before speaking in a low yet serious tone.

"I know how these things work, Schneizel, and if you do not prepare well, they're all will end up burned. Britannia might be turned to dust, and there will be no home for you to get back to. If that time comes, where will you go? Where will your family and friends live?"

Schneizel does not say anything. His eyes stare behind her. He does not seem to be offended when she drops his title. He seems to be listening. Good.

"This Zero, he has a weapon do you do not possess. And when the scale is tipped, it is only a matter of time before the finale arrives."

"Weapon?" He whispers, sounds more curious than worried.

"Yes. It is something that your father used to gain what he has right now; the same weapon that others had used to ultimately win every war."

"Are you planning to give me this weapon, then?" I shake my head.

"You don't need one. But I don't think it will hurt to have an ally."

At that moment he glances at her and their eyes lock. He can not tell the color of her eyes, but he knows that they are staring into each other's. "Are you offering?"

Amethyst tilts her head again, which seems to be her signature move. "That depends. Are you accepting?"

The car falls into a dead silence as they all wait for his respond.

"I thought Arabbia is supposed to be a neutral country."

"It is neutral under my grandfather's leadership. When it becomes mine, it will be up to me to decide whether or not it is neutral."

Just then the car suddenly comes up to an abrupt stop, causing Amethyst to lose her balance. She stumbles forward then back because of the resilience. She expects Alto, her knight, to help her. But she knows almost instantly that the hand that is supporting her at the back does not belong to him, but someone else's. A hand grabs her from her back and pushes her forward, causing her to end up sitting on the prince's lap.

The window that connects to the font rolls down and the driver speaks, "There appears to be come turbulence outside, Your Highnesses. A group of rebel is attacking us. Our Knightmares are fighting them off now."

Amethyst looks outside, and she finds the car stopping in the middle of a bridge. If they rebels are trying to cause harm, this will be a perfect location. Beneath them is water that is rushing with a strong current, possibly a dam that connects to the sea. If the bridge collapses, people are bound turn up dead.

To be continued to

Chapter #02:

The Aim

Author's Note:

To those who have read Code Geass R3 Mystical, this story is not related to that one. I have decided to discontinued that story since it has already been abounded for a while. I am starting a Code Geass fic again in this one. Hopefully it will keep me interested longer this time.

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