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Cornelia li Britannia was not having a good day. This occurred to her after she spent several minutes shouting at a group of servants who happened to be scurrying down the corridor behind her. Not only had the royal guard and the entire Britannian military failed to capture Lelouch, or Zero but , but her dearest Euphy was cavorting around with that disgusting number, Suzaku Kururugi, the eleven Knightmare pilot.

But Cornelia knew that these were not the real reason for her foul mood, or her vindictive behavior towards the servants, a reason she had not even admitted to herself, out of childish pride, or pure simple denial.

Cornelia was horny.

The pressure had been building up in her core for a few days now. Having started in her core it had gradually spread throughout her entire body, like some debilitating ailment. Which is was, she thought to herself, once she had finally acknowledged her problem, and decided it needed dealing with. But who would be an appropriate candidate to help her relieve her ache? Her pride forbade her from helping herself, once again getting in her way. Knights like Guilford and Dalton would be perfectly willing to do their civic duty, but men held little interest for Cornelia.

She also seemed to have exhausted her supply of ready and willing (not to mention beautiful) servant girls (she grinned as she recalled a few memorable women), which would make finding a "partner" all the more difficult. And taking a high profile member of the Britannian military would no doubt anger the Emperor; he had made his disgust at her tastes perfectly clear. This presented a serious problem, as she rarely left the palace or military barracks except for state duties, ruling out most civilians. What the hell was she going to do?

No doubt Cornelia would have continued her internal musings indefinitely, had she not walked straight into someone. Some woman she did not recognize, but she could tell immediately from her appearance that she was a soldier.

"Watch where you're going, you stupid girl, " said Cornelia haughtily, as the woman hurriedly bent down on one knee – as was the customary sign of respect for royalty. "My apologies, Your Highness, I was being careless, it won't happen again," she said.

"Good." Was Cornelia's imperious reply, as she fully examined the woman prostrating herself before her, taking in her smooth lips, graceful long hair, tantalizing curves, evoking in Cornelia a hungry desire. I want to touch her.

"Will that be all, Your Highness?" asked the woman, awakening Cornelia from a most delicious daydream. 'Yes, go." She replied, dismissing the woman with a vague wave of her hand. She turned around to watch the woman retreating down the corridor, carelessly admiring the smooth, almost artistic way her ass bobbed up and down as she walked, her long, tanned legs, muscles visibly moving under taught skin as she moved, the swish-swish of her long grey ponytail.

Cornelia smiled hungrily to herself, contemplating going after the obviously beautiful woman. Deciding against it, Cornelia turned around and continued down the corridor. Afterall, she thought to herself, she had waited several days, she could handle a few more hours before satisfying her hunger.