She waited impatiently as the door creaked open to reveal a large, empty room. Her eyes never rested until the sight of her father, sitting ever so haughtily, on his throne. She found herself slightly afraid of the hard expression he wore but quickly covered it up with the angriest glare she could muster. She would show the nobles the proud valor of her mother.

She slowly walked down the red carpet, her eyes never leaving her father, her head held high. However, she briefly noted the nobles standing on either side of her, their heads bowed slightly in mocking acts of respect. She knew they didn't really care about her, for she could hear the incessant whispers of the nobles as she passed by.

"I heard Empress Marianne was assassinated in the Imperial Villa the other day."

"Wasn't it by a bunch of terrorists? How could they have entered so easily, I wonder…"

"Either way, Lady Nunnally seems to be doing remarkably well even when her mother was killed and her brother…"

"How is he doing?"

"I heard his legs were injured and he was blind. But that was supposedly from some kind of psychological trauma."

"Either way, he would be worthless in any political gain."

Nunnally fought from snapping in front of the gossiping nobles at the way they carelessly spoke of her mother and brother.

Nunnally stopped in front of her father, her fists drawn to her sides. "Father…" her voice trailed off slightly, the man sitting in front of her sapping all of the anger and frustration that she had vented inside of her, leaving her scared. "M-mother was killed-"

"And what of it?"

"What of it?" she repeated quietly, her eyes wide in shock. Her father could think so little of his deceased wife? Was that all he thought of her mother?

"You sought out an audience just to tell me of her passing? You believe I haven't been told this already?" He snapped his head to the side and spoke to a guard. "Send in the next one. I have no time to play with foolish children." Nunnally's eyes widened at the thought of her being sent out without being able to ask any of the questions that she desperately wanted answers.

"Father wait!" she tried to run and hopefully plead for him to listen but stopped when the guards standing at her father's side stepped in front of her. However, her father quickly waved them away and they obediently stepped back. Nunnally hesitated at the stairs before quickly throwing her questions at him. "W-why didn't you try to save Mother? You could have, you're the Emperor! You could have at least come to her funeral! You could have at least come to visit Lelouch…" her voice trailed off at the look of boredom on his face. His eyes were closed as if he thought of her a nuisance. Nunnally found her voice faltering.

"There's no use visiting or caring for the weak." His unexpected answer to her questions made the small girl freeze.

"…weak…?" her voice was barely over a whisper as she repeated the word she never thought would describe her family. "That is what it means to be royalty in the Britannian Empire! The strongest will live, there is no need for those too weak to live up to that."

Nunnally's lip quivered as she bent her head to hide the tears that crept down her cheeks. So this was the true nature of the nobility and royalty of Britannia. Everything she had grown up in was a lie…a lie to cover up the truth. The throne that her father sat upon was what they wanted. They would chase after it like dogs and blindly follow whatever the Emperor threw at them in hopes that it would get them a step closer to the throne. For that throne…Lelouch was forgotten and her mother…

"Then I…" her body shook with rage that fought to break free, "…then I don't want to be a part of it anymore! I renounce my title to the throne!" She had never been known to make such rash decisions but this time her rage guided her. She didn't think of what she was doing, only slightly pleased when the incessant chatter that came from the watching nobles silenced.

"You are dead." She flinched at the tone he spoke. His eyes narrowed dangerously as his voice steadily rose. "Who do you think gave you the clothes you wear? Your home? Your life? I gave all of those things to you! And yet you act like this in front of me?" As he shouted at her, he stood up; his eyes glaring down at the small girl in front of him. Surprised at the sudden movement; Nunnally attempted to step back but tripped on the steps, causing her to fall.

"You insolent child…" his voice was low, full of emotions the small girl couldn't understand. "You will be sent to Japan with Lelouch. Such an insignificant Princess and Prince should do well as political tools."

Nunnally's eyes were wide as she heard what her father told her. They were being sent to Japan? Alone? Even when Lelouch was still recovering? She trembled at the thought. "Get her out of my sight. I have more important things to tend to." She felt herself lifted to her feet and led out of the room. Tears were in her eyes as she glanced once more at the room before the door slammed shut behind her.

The Eleventh Princess and the Eleventh Prince sat in silence in front of their mother's tombstone. The aircraft that would take them to Japan would be arriving shortly, and they only had so much time before they would be exiled. With only the little time they had left, the two decided to visit their mother. Nunnally glanced down at her older brother who sat silently in his wheelchair, his hands in his lap. His head was bent slightly, his eyes shut tight.

"Nunnally…" her brother's voice was so quiet she could barely hear. Immediately she bent over and put both of her hands on his arm.

"What is it brother?" she spoke in the gentlest voice she could; anything to make up for the lack of concern and love that her brother had received since the incident. He didn't speak again as he tentatively reached his hand outward as if in search for something. Nunnally watched him lean forward slowly until his fingertips brushed the tombstone. Carefully, he rubbed his fingers over every crack and edge of the stone as if engraving it deep in his memory. Tears ran down his face. "Brother…" She found that there was nothing she could say that could help her brother. She softly wrapped her arms around her brother's shoulders. "It'll be alright brother. I will take care of you."

They stayed that way, sister and brother, for a while, letting their final moments in the empire be with their mother. Lelouch slowly reached out and warily put a hand on her shoulder, gripping her sleeve tightly as if a lifeline. "Princess Nunnally, Prince Lelouch, it's time to depart." They both jumped at the voice and Nunnally turned to see an escort standing a ways away, an expression she couldn't read on his face. Lelouch turned his head towards the escort when he heard the man walking towards him. Nunnally quickly swatted him away when he went to grab Lelouch's wheelchair.

"Don't touch him!" she snarled, snatching the handles of the wheelchair herself. "I'll take brother." The escort looked down at her disapprovingly before silently stepping aside and letting her go first. She glared at the man before gently pushing her brother forward. The escort followed behind.

Nobody was there as they departed from the empire. Of course there wouldn't be, they were being exiled to Japan, used only as political tools. Nunnally knew this, and she gritted her teeth at the thought. However, she wouldn't show her anger in front of Lelouch. Once the airship had landed, she gently pushed her brother up the ramp, not once glancing back. The ramp pulled up and the door closed behind the two siblings as the airship flew towards Japan. They left alone and unnoticed.