Behind Closed Doors
Nunally vi Britannia
Sight was a wonderful sense.
Never before had colors seem more intriguing and vivid to Nunally. Never before did she see the hard and smooth planes on a person's face or the slight crease in the eyebrow of a frown. Sight had been such a lost sense to her that she almost didn't recognize the colors and almost closed her eyes once they revealed themselves to lilac-colored eyes.
But the young princess was enthralled. She sunk her teeth deep into those colors, her eyes feasting on any picture, any photograph and any old sight.
It was amazing.
Maybe when you are not seeing red.
Red. When she first opened her eyes, it was what she could see. Harsh, cruel and sadistic red, a stark contrast against the ivory complexion of Britannia's finest robes. Made only for the Emperor.
It is the first color that she recognized, but the first scene, the first picture that was still dappled with teardrops and blurred splotches, was more gruesome. There, toppling down the float's velvet-covered plane was the younger version of the black-haired prince and brother. Red gushed down from his middle, and he slid, his eyes partially closed and unseeing. Zero, a strange masked man stood on top, sword to the side still caked with blood.
How awful the universe can be. This is the very example of the universe's cruel ways, the gods' manipulations to entertain themselves.
When Nunally first opened her eyes, the future that unravelled before her was the death of her very own brother, whom she hasn't truly seen in years.
A scream tears through the atmosphere.
Lelouch vi Britannia is dead.
With a jolt, the young Empress awoke and sat up in her bed, lilac eyes darting around every corner of her chambers in fear. A sigh escapes her lips once she realized it was all a dream.
Oh how she wished she could say that this dream was not a mere, gruesome replay of what happened only weeks ago. How she wished that her dearest elder brother would walk in through the doors, smiling and laughing in the way he only reserved for her.
But of course, Lelouch was dead.
The Empress leaned against the bedframe and willed the memories to go away. They were stubborn, and remained at the back of her mind, but at least they weren't as vivid.
Many ask Nunally about her welfare, physically and emotionally, and the gods know that she hasn't been holding up swimmingly, but as an Empress, she had to be the Empire's rock. The hollow pain that struck her in the strangest of times still continued to happen, and so did her nightmares that often ended up with Zero, the man who murdered Lelouch, walking in at midnight to console the princess.
Nunally couldn't find it within her to be angry with Zero. Not after holding Lelouch's hand during his final breaths, and getting this vision. A vision about the conversation the dying king had with Suzaku Kururugi, his faithful knight, who took on the mask of Zero.
The princess knows that the knight isn't holding up, not after murdering his own best friend and even brother.
Nunally sighed, and went back to sleep.
The gods surely knew how to have fun. At Nunally's expense.
Ten o'clock in the midmorning sharp, Nunally had to be in the central palaces of the Pendragon, where a meeting with political leaders around the world was to be commenced. A new peace treaty was to be made by all the representatives, and of course, Nunally was only informed now. It was currently 7:08 in the morning.
"Yes, yes, for this peace treaty, we will have all representatives under the Britannian Empire. Those who are faithful in the empire have their own leaders and therefore their voices shall be heard," Nunally softly said, speaking with her eldest brother, Schniezel el Britannia. Schniezel chuckled softly and said "Of course, of course, I shall relay the message to the others immediately," the prince immediately complied when it came to Nunally.
Nunally smiled but there was sadness in her.
Nations and Empires and organizations were trying to attain world peace, Lelouch's true intentions having been revealed a day after his assassination. Because of him, the world tried to live up to his goals, deciding to ignore his monstrous deeds and sadistic traits.
And yet, Lelouch himself won't be able to see this.
A sigh escapes Nunally's lips as she smiled a little wider for the servants that entered her study, holding various papers and whatnots that she requested for.
It was hard to move on and smile like everything was okay, but it was Nunally's own little secret.
What looked like a capable, strong Empress was actually a little fifteen year old girl who cried over her brother's death. It was, indeed, her little secret.
End
Author's Note: I have no idea how to spell Schniezel so forgive me if the spelling is wrong *whoops* First ever Code Geass story! Actually, this is just a series of oneshots all about the aftermath of losing our one and only beloved Lelouch Lamperouge *sobs* Welp, I hope this turns out good!