Prologue
Once upon a time, there was a little prince. His name was Lelouch vi Britannia, the eleventh prince of the empire of Britannia, was considered a genius. One of the few prodigies that the royal family had given birth to since the ascend of the 98th Emperor, Charles zi Britannia, to the throne.
It wasn't a surprise to many, considering who his mother was. Marianne "the Flash" vi Britannia was a paragon of knights. Her abilities to pilot a Knightmare Frame were second to none. So much so that many had looked up to her despite her common birth.
Therefore it was only natural that Lelouch would inherit his mother's talent for piloting. However, what truly made him stood out was how intelligent he was, especially for his age. Not many ten-years-old could match with some of the world's most renowned chess grandmasters and even be able to beat them. In fact, it was said that only his brother, Prime Minister Schneizel el Britannia, has gone undefeated against Lelouch.
But even underneath his pondering gaze and scheming smirk, laid a kind, innocent child that only his most trusted and beloved family and friends knew about.
Unfortunately, many tales about princes and princessess; of heroes and villains; and good vs evil, all tend to lead to tragedy. And for Lelouch, tragedy struck like a lightning bolt. Quick and loud, leaving nothing but death and destruction behind.
Before we continue, it is of utmost importance to know what events preceded such tragedy in order to understand the path that Lelouch had chosen to follow and what his actions that night led to.
This is the tale of a little prince whose journey to become king was riddled with strife and hardship and yet never did he falter. Because doing so would mean that everything that he had accomplished and everything that he had lost and sacrificed would have been in vain.