A/N: I don't own a shred of the Code Geass universe; but if someone could point me towards where to invest, I might just acquire a little piece.
In unrelated news, I blame this story seeing the light of day on Aminta defender. Yes, again ;)
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Things you didn't know about the ninety-ninth Emperor and the hundredth Empress
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Foreword
The last time my older sister and I got an evening to ourselves, we talked about how, after the death of the Demon Emperor and the new, peaceful and hopeful world that was born out of it, a lot of people have started doing simple things they never would have had a chance to do in the old Britannia. For me, like for a lot of sixteen year old girls who used to be Numbers, it's meant learning how to write. Think of me as a silly girl all you like, but doing this simple thing – writing – still gets me giddy with happiness every now and then. It's doing that right now, as I'm beginning to write this autobiographic story; I'm using it as a means of practicing my letters, like thousands of other girls are also doing these days.
I've also been a bit misleading by leaving you the possibility to think, for an instant, that I might not have been literate before the last few months. But I was blind – I had been since before I turned six years old – and typing in Braille and writing with a pen are radically different skills. I should know, now that I've mastered both. Also, my not being blind anymore isn't a result of the fall of the Demon Emperor and of the birth of this new world we all got to enjoy. If anything, it's a result of my trying my hardest to interfere with the chain of events that led us to world peace. And it's a good thing I failed at what I set out to do.
You might have already guessed who the author of these lines is (that is, if you hadn't been spoiled already by someone else). If you haven't guessed yet, you should know that if all went according to plan and these writings get unsealed at least a century after I passed, as stipulated in my will, I should be introducing myself as a former Empress of Britannia, and the last to ever wear the title. I'm Nunnally vi Britannia, as much at your service as I can be through these pages and after all these years I've been dead. And I apologize in advance if what I've been writing in 2019 shocks you when you read it (which should be the late 2100s at the earliest). And if I do shock you, well, the truths I'm going to express on those pages have long been overdue some proper exposition.
Including all the truths you'll learn about me. If you think there's no way Nunnally vi Britannia could have ever been as deceitful as I'm about to appear, remember that the first person I had to learn to put a mask on for was Lelouch vi Britannia. And if you decide I'm being deceitful now, remember I wanted to wait until my contemporaries, their children, their grandchildren and their great-grandchildren were all dead before anyone got the chance to read the words "Zero Requiem".
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