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Hello! I know it's weird that I'm doing such a pairing but I find it interesting to note that somehow, it could work. Their personalities match each other, albeit ironically contradictory too, for one. And for the appeal, they are of opposite sides, of opposite ideals and affiliations that makes it more thrilling to write something romantic between them.
This happens pre-code geass series, but not necessarily following the anime nor manga plot.
As for the reviews, please be nice. I know most people won't approve of this, but I'll write it anyway.
If she only knew how much I hate her as well. Damn her and the Britannians. Damn them all, damn it!
Damn it. Damn this. She didn't deserve this. No, not at all. That stepmother of hers surely knows how to make her life a living hell. Kallen knew that though she didn't explicitly say so, her stepmother hated her with a passion.
Beads of sweat flew in the air as Kallen ran around the living room for that pesky little brat her stepmother calls her cousin. "Oliver!" she called, picking up the flowers he knocked down when he scurried away from her.
A chair fell over as small feet made its way out the corridor. "Oliver!" She called again.
Thank goodness she was fast. Her lean legs strode across the marble floor as the tips of her fingers grabbed the collar of the young boy and pulled it in the gentlest possible way. She wanted to scream at him, but that was so unlike her in this controlled façade she was pulling. Instead, she patted the brunette bangs of her so-called "cousin".
"Don't ever do that again."
Round brown eyes looked up at hers and Oliver smiled. He looked too innocent to do anything naughty, but she knew better. She side-stepped to her right to anticipate the escape, but she was met with a tackle to her legs and she fell butt first on the uncarpeted floor as he made his getaway.
I'm gonna kill that kid.
The bright sun from outside blinded Kallen when the door suddenly opened to allow Oliver's disappearance into the garden. Her steps became faster as she ran around looking for signs of that designer powder blue shirt he wore, but all she saw were the multi-colored roses that were ironically giving the Stadtfeld estate such a cheery appearance.
Green eyes were narrowed, scanning the large garden for any trace of that kid. Her hands were itching with frustration because she couldn't do anything rash. Instead, she brushed off the dust that clung to her dress. DAMN. Today was her graduation from Ashford and she couldn't afford to look like garbage. Her stepmother surely forgot about it when she learned that she was to babysit Oliver today. As in right now. An hour from the start of the ceremony.
Bitch.
From the corner of her eyes, she saw the gate open, the hinges creaking as it swayed back and forth.
The sole of her shoes brushed the ground and she sprinted towards the direction of the sidewalk like her life depended on it, not caring anymore if the make-up gets ruined nor if her hair gets tangled. If she doesn't get to Oliver, accidents can happen.
Fuck this day and all Britannians.
How can it possibly get worse?
"Your majesty, you will have an appearance in Ashford Academy at 10 am. You are to be the guest of honor who will give the graduation speech." Kanon leafed through the prince's organizer of activities, his blue eyes reading the details of the text.
"Due to Prince Clovis' racist remark on international television the other day, the palace has considered this as good PR. Furthermore, the palace has stressed that you must be seen in public in this car made by the non-Britannian citizens of Area 11. It will establish that the remark of Prince Clovis does not necessarily express the opinion of the entire royal family."
Schneizel rested his back on the soft, black leather seat and contemplated on the activity. He will have a meeting with the minister of defense at 11 in the farther side of town. It was of utmost importance that he be there on time because of the urgent matter at hand. But, because of Clovis' stupidity, he must do everything necessary to repair the damage on to their name first.
"Is that all?"
"No, your majesty. Apparently, the valedictorian of this batch is half-Britannian, half-Eleven. The palace wants you to employ her as your personal secretary." Kanon briefly glanced at the prince and saw that Schneizel wore that smile he could not really comprehend.
"The palace wants me to employ a woman of Eleven origin as my personal secretary? And what are her qualifications aside from her being a valedictorian?"
"Well, your majesty, it seems the palace has done a thorough research of her abilities. She has an IQ almost equivalent to that of yours, Prince, and having many opportunities because of receiving a Britanian standard of education, she is knowledgeable in different languages such as French, Eleven, English, Spanish and German. She is also a practitioner of several martial arts as well as having commendable skills in sharpshooting. What is interesting to note; however, is that she is of noble blood as well. She is of the Stadtfeld family."
Interestingly absurd. A bastard daughter. "Very well, then."
They drove smoothly through the streets of Area 11, expecting nothing unusual. The people, Eleven or not, avoided the cars of the royal family for obvious reasons. The security entourage for one family member comprises of four vehicles and 4 motorcycles, with each man armed and prepared to shoot. But today, the entourage comprised only of half, with the men carrying less visible weapons. Another PR effort deemed appropriate by the palace.
He proved that this day will be uneventful, another day of governing the empire, another day of tireless diplomatic tactics, strategies affecting the workings both local and international, and both internal and external. The cycle of running an empire was not easy…and yet he found it to be like a game of chess. One needs kings, queens, knights and pawns. Without the kings and queens, there will be no game, and without the pawns, then there can be no king nor queen, nor knight. It has always been a game of logic, of strategy, of deception. And it has always been a game he is good at.
Yet in fact, in order to keep on winning, one must do menial duties such as these to ensure that there still remains a game to be won—that the order will remain established and the same.
And he was here to keep that balance and to emerge as the victor.
"Come back here!"
Kallen ran as fast she could. Though she is a fast runner, Oliver had a lot of energy for someone his size. And to make things more difficult, she was wearing heels. She was just thankful that she lost her bob haircut and replaced it with a pixie. It will save her a lot of time untangling her hair and fixing it again for graduation. But still, this babysitting did not happen at the right time.
Kallen turned right at the corner and saw Oliver catching his breath. The little boy was sweating like crazy, but he still seems to be enjoying the escape act. His small fingers grasped the lamp post, his chest heaving like he ran a marathon. She slowed down and approached him.
"Hey Oliver. Let's get home, now. I don't care if I have to drag you to get back. I need to go somewhere."
She was really hoping that he understood what she was saying but she really wanted to receive her diploma today. And thank heavens, he hasn't made a move yet. Kallen moved closer and closer until he was about an arm's reach. "We're going home now, okay?" She was about to grab his arm when he suddenly bolted into the intersection.
"Oliver! Come back!"
She looked up at the walk sign, and fortunately it was green. Kallen hurried after Oliver, her arm outstretched to grab him, but he was an inch farther from her hold. His feet still rushed towards the pedestrian lane and her shoes are not making it any easier to catch up.
The sound of an engine took her attention, and despite the stoplight being on red, a group of vehicles didn't slow. Her heart pounded as Oliver made the first step on the road. And her heart resounded in her brain as two motorcycles breezed in front and behind Oliver, blocking her way. Kallen rushed to him when they were gone, and grabbed the stunned boy's arm. But to her surprise and her fright, a vehicle was driving on towards them until it stopped barely two feet away.
She felt something forming in her as she mustered up the strength to collect on her right fist and hit the hood of the stranger's car. "You asshole! Can't you see you're not supposed to go? What are you, blind? There was a kid on the pedestrian lane, dumbass!" Kallen kicked the bumper and led themselves out of the street.
She kept on spouting curses, evil, angry words at the vehicle that almost ran them over. Kallen muttered a lot more as they made their way home. Oliver was still scared, but not traumatized, which is lucky. She gave him a good, calm lecture about being a good boy and he didn't seem to complain. And what's better is that, she still had time to change and to fix herself for the graduation. She won't forget that incident today, but, she wasn't going to let it ruin anything else more than her stepmother and that shit of a driver already did.
She was going to graduate as a valedictorian. And the school has written to her about something big which would be revealed today, which made her all the more excited. She hurriedly changed her clothes, and fixed her make-up and her hair. Kallen grabbed her purse and let the chauffeur drive her towards the academy.
Oh, this day was about to become better. Finally.
"You asshole! Can't you see you're not supposed to go? What are you, blind? There was a kid on the pedestrian lane, dumbass!"
Kanon and Prince Schneizel were stunned. The silence in the vehicle seemed so sudden and unusual that neither the chauffeur nor Kanon disrupted it. The motorcycles came back and knocked on the windows to signal the chauffeur to open the windows. "Your majesty, have you been hurt? Would you want us to go after them to show you some respect?" The biker asked the prince. But there came no reply. The prince simply motioned for the chauffeur to move on. His signature smile contorted into an amused expression.
He didn't expect that. He didn't expect that at all. Such a bold woman slamming her fist on an expensive car and kicking it like every ounce of anger she felt was expressed. He will not forget that face. Maybe he felt insulted, but he was more amused.
"Prince Schneizel, are you alright?"
He turned his attention to his right hand man.
"It intrigues me that you ask that question. The boy was almost run over was he not? And yet you direct that question to me? Regardless of our security measures ensuring the safety of the royal which disregards even the simplest laws, it is such an irony. It was brought to our attention by a law-abiding citizen, completely unaware that she was reprimanding someone with my stature. Is it not comical?"
"Yes, I believe so."
Schneizel crossed one of his legs over the other, his eyes shuffling through the Britannian neighborhood. He liked the unexpected. There was not so much as a change in the daily routine of things. The only unusual things he experienced are the breaches of security. And even that was not common. And here he was. But no matter, that incident was something to keep in mind in the future, and if such happens again, he would not be as lenient as he was now. He simply found it amusing, the thought of it all, and how he let her get away with it.
It was simply unlike him. And yet, he thought it was not.
"Your highness, we will be in Ashford in five minutes. You will be staying in the Director's office suite to prepare and to chat with the Director himself regarding the valedictorian, Miss Stadtfeld. It seems she has no idea about the plans of the palace and the arrangements they have done with the school, and the fact that you will be her employer."
"The Director of Ashford wants me to personally relay the news to the girl?"
"No, your highness. Not the director, but the palace. Apparently, he has not been informed of this employment until recently. The palace thinks it's part of good publicity that you are offering her the chance of a lifetime to be working with you."
His jaw tightened, but still retaining the amused expression. "Fine. But let us see first how capable this half-Eleven is."
He wanted to scoff. He found the dictates of the palace, though reasonable, are shaping the way he does things, albeit in a way he was not used to at all. He was not the pawn. He was not the king, nor knight. He was the one playing the game and everyone is at his disposal. He was the overseer, the puppetmaster, the onlooker.
The palace may have found her more than capable. But, we will see about that. He will prove that they have no right to meddle in his affairs. He is Schneizel el Britannia, the Second Prince of the Britannian Imperial Family, and the Prime Minister of the Holy Britannian Empire.*
And he does not take orders.
*From wikia (.com/wiki/Schneizel_el_Britannia)
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