Your Bloody Valentine

Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass

Summary: Defeated and sold to the Emperor, Zero has been condemned to a fate worse than death as her father's plaything. The disgraced princess, Leloucia finds herself considering the White Kings's offer of salvation. His one request: "be mine."

Pairings: Schneizel/Fem!Lelouch (main), Charles/Fem!Lelouch (one-sided non-con)

Warnings: AU-ish (ignores R2), darkfic, incest, explicit smut. Also, one-hundred percent unbetated.

Chapter 3

The impact of the palm of his hand against her cheek woke Leloucia up immediately as her head was forcefully whipped to the side. Her eyes flew open as she found herself thrust back into the nightmare. Heart beating rapidly from shock and fear, the teenager reacted as she did in the dream by trying to run away. Of course, she didn't very get far.

"Little fool..." a voice chided. Before she had a chance to stumble out of bed, a hand had shot out to grab the back of her shirt and with a fierce tug, the frantic girl crashed back onto the mattress. It was only when the top portion of the pajamas she wear was yanked open, exposing her heaving bosom to the cool air, did Leloucia come to realize this was no dream.

Above them, the chandelier flickered to life and bathed the room in light that hurt her eyes. While temporarily blinded, the bottom portions of the pajamas and the underwear worn beneath them were yanked away. When Leloucia's vision returned, the frightened teen turned to face the Emperor who - much to her horror - was beginning to undress.

"Please," she begged with a sob threatening to tear itself free from her throat. "Please not again!"

She was already exhausted from all the swimming Nu made her endure; but she would gladly go back out, hideous swimsuit and all, to do laps until morning. Drowning was a better alternative than spreading her legs for this man. There was no way her body would be able to handle him again so soon.

Wide terrified violet eyes turned towards the concealed door and wondered just how far she could get to it. Was it locked? Would there be armed guards waiting on the other side? The princess' pleas, yet again, fell on deaf ears as he sat down causing Leloucia to scuttle away in fear.

"Get over here now," ordered the Emperor using a tone an aggravated parent would for an unruly child who had wandered off. "Need I remind you of the consequences?"

She flinched involuntary, going completely still. The images of Nunnally and Rolo assaulted her chaotic mind and forced Leloucia to abandon her plans for escape. She would not allow either one of her beloved siblings to be punished for her cowardice.

Swallowing hard, Leloucia lowered her head in submission and crawled over to where he sat. Watching her cast away the last shreds of dignity must have pleased the Emperor. His hands were almost gentle as they encircled her arms pulling the powerless princess forward until she straddled his lap.

Unlike last time, she had faced away from the Emperor while staring back at their reflections in the mirror. Voyeuristic as that had been it was also a much more preferable alternative than actually having to face him. They were much too close now, just like the time he had taken her. The combination of his cologne, tobacco, and whatever alcohol he had consumed prior, was all she could breathe in. Her head felt suddenly heavy as it tilted to the side; exhausted purple orbs had fallen shut once more from lack of much needed rest.

Being so tired, she could actually imagine someone else's warm hands planted on her hips. Someone much younger who was not the embodiment of everything Leloucia loathed in this unjust world. All she needed to do was picture an older man with a strong physique; naturally Rivalz and Tamaki were out of the question. Definitely not Suzaku; his betrayal was worse than (and the cause of) the situation she was in. Yet other than her childhood friend, she didn't interact with any older male students at Ashford. There were her subordinates among the Black Knights; even though most of them were all male, she couldn't bring herself to think of any one of them doing this to her. Also, she didn't know how many of them had already been executed in Area Eleven.

'No, don't think about them now!' she ordered herself as her eyes suddenly became moist with tears. 'Think of something else, someone else!'

Finally Leloucia's imagination filled in the blanks for her. His face was long and pale as was his silvery blonde hair; soft lavender eyes shimmered with kindness. Although he never touched her so intimately, she could remember the firm grip of his larger hands upon her shoulders. She could clearly visualize those long elegant fingers like to play with the dark locks of her hair she had taken obvious pride in.

As Leloucia's eyes continued to remain closed, her mind had envisioned Schneizel in the Emperor's place. It was her older half-brother's hands guiding her body now, pulling the princess down until she felt his rigid hardness begin to slide its way inside. The pain nearly broken her concentration and blindly she reached out, seeking those broad shoulders for support.

His bruising grip moved downwards to spread her legs wide apart, and a scream tear itself free from the princess' throat as her body was forced to accept the rest of his girth. Without mercy, he began to move. She clutched his shoulders tightly, trying to breathe while tears escaped through tightly clenched eyelids. The memory of her kind older brother flickered in and out of Leloucia's mind as his cock mercilessly fucked her.

'Brother… big brother… not so rough!' she silently implored her phantom sibling.

Of course her silent pleas went unheeded even after several minutes of whimpering. With every upward thrust the heat and tension inside her spiraled, growing tighter and hotter, as she was forced to respond to his movements. He was the puppeteer, and she a marionette bound by red ropes dancing to his nonverbal commands.

"Brother!" she screamed out loud without thinking.

Suddenly all movement had ceased. At first she was grateful, until a hand grab hold of her hair and gave it a painful yank. Her eyes fluttered open, wincing at the light, before they met another pair that was a perfect match in color. Unlike Schneizel, the Emperor's features were far from kind and gentle, and the way they stared with such salacious intent made her wish she could run and hide.

"Tell me, Leloucia," her father purred in a disturbingly low tenor. "Who am I?"

Cold fear quickly transformed into boiling rage. Leloucia had waited, what felt like her entire life, to tell this man exactly what he was. At every school assembly, she mentally called him a tyrant to his projected face. Whenever she saw innocent Elevens gunned down or thought of her mother, she declared him a murderer. Now sitting directly before the man she long despised, the princess snarled something intelligible and insulting while glaring with seething contempt.

Charles zi Britannia stared back down at her with disapproval. There was a long uncomfortable silence, and she wondered if he actually expected an apology of sorts. Well he would have to hold his breath… for at least an eternity.

"How disappointing, you can't even answer such a simple question."

Before she even realized what was happening, Leloucia was pinned to the bed. One of her legs was held hostage over his shoulder as he slowly withdrew. Her body felt strangely empty with his departure but she put that thought aside while trying to figure out just how she could free herself.

She tried to make an attempt to knee him in the groin, but then the Emperor squeezed down on her throat, making her limbs feel like lead weights. Even when released from the suffocating grip, the princess didn't dare move as large hands grab hold of her hips, raising them up. Their eyes met once more, but Leloucia's were the only ones that grew wide and teary as her body was breached yet again.

The princess let out an undignified shriek as her inner muscles went into spasms around his erection that moved purposely slow inside of her. For some reason, the invasion was almost painless this time around. His member was no longer an organic battering ram that was intent on splitting her in two; rather the tumescent organ was stroking her from the inside. She was overwhelmed by an alien and perverse pleasure her body experienced from the previous night. However, the moment she closed her eyes and imagine Schneizel once more, the magical feeling of bliss all but dissipated when her tormentor stopped all motion.

"Let us try this again shall we," the Emperor spoke while ignoring her cry of outrage. "Who owns you, Leloucia?"

Was this how he broke and tamed all of his wives? Did her proud mother also endure this torment? Miserable tears streaked her flushed face as she willed herself to appear defiant. This time the former warlord did not trust her voice to speak; too afraid to reveal her obvious fear and loathing. A part of her was also afraid she would give in, letting him break her down completely.

"Such a stubborn little princess who won't even admit she has lost."

Before Leloucia could retort, he shifted inside her, causing fireworks to go off before her eyes. She reached out, clutching a pillow to her heaving chest rather than suffocate herself with. His pace was faster now, ripples of pleasure spread throughout her body in unbridled bursts.

'So good… so good… so good…!' her once brilliant mind was reiterating as she moaned and cried out shamelessly.

He came to a halt once again, ripping Leloucia away from her approaching orgasm. Leloucia sobbed out loud. Her sanity was crumbling like a sand castle before the advancing tide.

"Please!" she begged as if he was holding Nunnally at gunpoint right then and there. "Please, your majesty!"

A massive hand reached out to grasp her chin before she could look away. The bastard smiled but apparently these were not the words he wished to hear. "'Please' what, my slave?"

She swallowed hard. "Pl-Please don't stop?"

"Do you wish me to fuck you like the eager little slut you are?" His words were deliberately harsh, and Leloucia could taste the salty bitterness of her own tears. Genbu Kururugi was a saint among men compared to this beast.

"Y-yes, your majesty…"

"Yes what?" he prompted with a smirk. "Is my errant daughter ashamed of saying such vulgar words even though she was quite willing to dirty her mouth with my cock?"

The memory alone made Leloucia want to induce vomiting; but resisting the Emperor now, was like fighting a tidal wave. She was standing on the threshold of her pleasure and would go insane he were to stop again. The former Demon King, cast away her stubborn and useless pride.

"Please, your majesty," her voice was a tiny sigh, barely a whisper. There was a slight pause before she added a little louder, "Please… fuck me."

His smirk widened and as much as Leloucia wanted to look away, she didn't dare attempt it.

"Very good," he praised while taking hold of her free leg, wrapping it around his hip. "As a reward, I'll allow you to address me informally tonight. Now once more, Leloucia, beg your father to ravish you."

This disgusting old man! How dare he? Did nothing satisfy him? How much longer did she have to degrade herself to amuse him?

"Please… father…" how she loathed saying the last word. He was just a sperm donor, an unwanted presence in her life. Just when she was about to speak again, the Emperor reached down to wipe away her damp cheeks with mock affection.

"I believe you can do a little better than that. Address me as you did those many years ago before Nunnally ever existed."

She gasped, staring at him in sheer disbelief. How could her sire possibly want her to act as the naïve little girl who had once believed him to be good and just when he was all the opposites? Was there no end to this humiliation?

"Well?" he asked while slowly shifting his hips, moving the appendage that was still throbbing within her.

'You goddamn monster!'

Leloucia bared her teeth at him, wishing they were sharp enough so she could tear out his throat. How she longed that her jaw could turn into a steel trap. Sure she would drown in his blood, but it would be totally worth it if this demonic Emperor never spoke again.

"I'm waiting, my dear."

Patience wearing thin, the Emperor did not bother to mask the annoyance in his voice.

"P…Please fuck me," she managed through clenched teeth, "Daa…"

She paused for a moment, needing to suppress a gag.

"Daddy…"

After forcing that unholy word from her throat, the entire room seemed to reverberate with his thunderous laughter. Never before had she ever felt so afraid, the feeling rivaled the terror she had experienced upon believing Mao's bomb and blown her precious sister to pieces. Leloucia shamefully did look away this time, shivering and wishing her legs were free so she could run away even though there was no place to hide.

"Good girl," he commented as if she were a puppy who learned how to speak on command, "now for your reward…"

It was only the second day of her imprisonment, and the infamous Zero cursed Suzaku for the hundredth time for not shooting her dead back in that dark cave. She would have gladly taken the bullet than her most hated enemy's arousal that was currently thrusting with liquid movements. Her orgasm gradually began to build again, but it was a cautious animal this time around, sniffing the air tentatively for more traps. Fortunately, her tormentor seemed to be at his wits end as well.

Sweat covered her entire blushing body as her hips responded eagerly to his thrusts. Her mind did not need to function for her body to react to what it understood better than she did. The once cool and reserved ice princess of Ashford mewled loudly while being assaulted by wave after wave of intense pleasure the flooded her senses and swept away the fragile remains of her sanity.

The Emperor tightened his grip onto her hips before hoisting Leloucia up higher so he could thrust deeper, harder, than before. Pain and pleasure interchanged frequently with one another until the thrashing teen could no longer differentiate what she was feeling. Her climax was building rapidly as each time she was breached drove her nearer to the edge of that precipice.

She curled her toes, clawed at the bedding and even the skin of the Emperor's bare arm, gripping onto anything as her world spiraled out of control. It felt so good, bad, right, wrong, wonderful… when she took him up to the hilt one last time until a much louder shriek tore from her throat while shuddering helplessly.

He pounded her twitching body a few more times into the mattress before following with a thunderous roar. Her body shook with his orgasm and her stomach churned at the hot liquid rush filling her and then some. Leloucia's eyelids suddenly felt as if they were being pulled down by lead weights and her head fell backwards onto the pillows. Before she passed out though, the princess could feel her father withdraw and the bed creaked at the loss of his weight.

"Rest well."

It was an order, of course, but she eagerly followed it and allowed the blessed darkness to claim her.

After many years spent being the aide-de-camp to Britannia's Prime Minister, Earl Kanon Maldini, was surprised to find his lord up and about before dawn. After the long night he had spent consoling both Princesses Nunnally and Cornelia; Kanon assumed he would still be in bed. But the Second Prince was seated at his desk - which appeared much smaller due to the amount of paperwork on it – eyes fixated on the computer screen before him.

Whatever Schneizel was looking at had captured his attention for he usually noticed when someone stepped into his office without being announced. Kanon decided not to interrupt, making a bee-line to the wet bar where proceeded to heat up some water. A few minutes later, he approached the desk and quietly swapped the already cool and nearly-empty cup of Earl Grey, with a freshly made one.

"Thank you, Kanon," Schneizel spoke up while finally tearing his eyes away to look at the brunet with a smile that was immediately returned.

"You're welcome, your highness," he responded before looking down at the stacks of reports. "Are these all from his Majesty?"

Glancing at his aide's gesturing hand, the Second Prince nodded with a slight grimace on his handsome face. During this past year, more and more of the Emperor's workload began to fall onto Schneizel's shoulders more than any other of his siblings, including crown prince Odysseus. His older half-brother had commented it was because their father depended and expected much from the Prime Minister; but he always knew better.

'This is a challenge,' Schneizel mused while taking a sip of tea, 'or rather, a distraction.'

With each passing year, the Emperor saw the conflicts within the world as mundane and uninteresting. Schneizel's informants reported that his father would often leave for periods of time to a restricted part of the palace that not even the Knights of the Round seemed aware of. That man was planning something, that he was sure of, and whatever it was would affect the world as a whole.

AtKamineIsland, Bartley had told him his theory that the reason Britannia invaded other countries was not just for their resources alone; but ancient ruins that were called 'Thought Elevators'. He had no idea what these sites were or what the Emperor wanted to use them for; Schneizel's research was cut short when the structure of the temple started to come down for no reason. Then the four individuals who had gone missing after Avalon's aerial assault atShikineIslandappeared before his eyes. That had been the first time he had seen Zero in the flesh. The rebel leader and his female subordinated managed to steal the Gawain and escape during the chaos. Without the druid system, there was no point to remain there, especially since Sawasaki and the Chinese Federation had declared war.

Sighing, Schneizel set his empty cup down and focused back onto his screen of possible leads that were turning up to be dead ends. Individuals he wanted to question were turning up missing like Bartley, or somehow had no memory of Leloucia or Nunnally at all like most of the students ofAshfordAcademy. His men had questioned many of them; including the once noble Ashford family – Lady Marianne's allies – had no memory of the royal siblings living under their roof.

It boggled the mind to think that one's memory could be altered in just the blink of an eye. He knew how close Leloucia had been with Millicent Ashford. Mysteriously, there were no records that the two princesses had ever lived there. The OSI had moved faster than he had anticipated. His only lead was Nunnally. However, his younger half-sister who insisted that they had attended Ashford was too emotionally distressed over losing Leloucia and was kept under tight security within Aries Villa.

So where was the Emperor hiding Zero? A part of him wondered if his sister had been sent back to Area Eleven once more. Or to another Area, hidden with those artifacts his father was so obsessed over.

Suddenly, the phone at his desk rang. The sudden noise had jolted Schneizel from his thoughts. Kanon's gloved hand shot out like a hawk, picking up the handset from its cradle right after the first ring.

"This is Kanon Maldini speaking, aide to Prime Minister el Britannia, may I know who… oh it's you…"

The weariness that the Second Prince had been feeling ever since he began his search was slowly ebbing away. He chuckled in amusement and hit the speaker button. There was only one individual his former school mate would abandon professionalism in mid sentence for.

"You always did have such a cheerful voice," was the bright response over the speaker, "I missed hearing it the last time I tried calling. Here, I thought you'd be happier hearing from an old school friend."

"I might have," Kanon frowned with annoyance lacing his tone, "if that old school friend realized the existence of time zones. While it might have been noon there in Tokyo Settlement, it was not inPariswhen I was trying to get my much needed rest before negotiations."

"Oh? I'm terribly sorry about that, old chum." There was something about the way the voice spoke that indicated that the speaker was far from apologetic to the mistake. "I completely forgot with my poor Lancelot in dire need of repairs then…oh, and good morning your highness!"

Schneizel's lips pursed into a smile, "good evening, Lloyd. You're working late as usual."

"Mmm hmm, the move is taking longer than anticipated but we should be wrapped up be finished by the end of the week."

"But I take it that's not the reason for your call. So what does the Lancelot need now?"

"Right on the money, as always!" was the giddy response from Lloyd Asplund, head of the Second Prince's research team, Camelot. "Since we're on the money subject, now that our devicer has gotten himself promoted to the Rounds, Lancelot should also have some recognition. Don't you agree?"

"I do," Schneizel admitted. "Camelot services are invaluable to me more than ever. Will you be present for Sir Kururugi's knighting ceremony that takes place the day after tomorrow?"

"Of course, wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"Good, we'll discuss the budget then."

"Before you hang up on me, Prince Schneizel, there's another matter I would like to bring to your attention."

Both Kanon and his prince looked at one another as the scientist's voice took a much more serious note when he spoke again.

"Oh?"

"I believe I found something that might be of interest to you here in Area Eleven."

After a quick shower, the Emperor reentered the bedroom and began to dress; his eyes never straying far from the lithe figure curled up on the bed. Clutching a pillow tightly to her chest, Leloucia slumbered without a care in the world. She would probably sleep for hours without seeing a single nightmare with her mind too exhausted to produce them.

Before putting on his gloves, Charles zi Britannia silently approached her from the side of the bed, and with a damp towel proceeded to scrub the filth off her. He took particular care with the sensitive area between her legs, even smirking when the unconscious teenager started making noises of appreciation. After a few minutes, however, the Emperor was ready to dump his daughter into the bathtub while holding the girl's head above water. He the thought, while suppressing a yawn; her defiance had actually worn him out. Honestly, he thought she wouldn't have lasted so long. But in the end, she could not refuse him – no woman ever would. However, she had surprised him earlier when crying out for Schneizel while in the throws of passion.

It wouldn't be the last time he heard of his second oldest son that night upon leaving the room. A shadowy veiled figure fell in step behind the Emperor as he walked down a long corridor away from the princess' cell. Once they were out of earshot from the kneeling OSI agents, the man finally spoke, his voice low and menacing as he uttered something that caused Charles zi Britannia to stop in his tracks.

"So a little mouse got away?"

"There is no excuse for our failure, your majesty. The Second Prince has started his investigation. If he makes contact with that one, he'll be close to discovering…" he trailed off as the ruler of Britannia snorted and turned to face him.

"I said it before didn't I? If Schneizel wishes to challenge me, then I shall allow him to." Slowly, a terrible devilish grin appeared on Charles zi Britannia's face. "However, if the White Prince thinks he can simply come and take what is mine, he's fatally mistaken."

The accursed sunlight drew Leloucia from her rest, calling an urgent need to her attention. Without thinking, she kicked away the sheets tangled about her legs and tried to sit up. Pain flared immediately, wracking her body forcing her back down onto the bed. She managed not to cry, though a tense exhalation whistled through her lips.

Instantly, Rolo was hovering over her, worry and concern plastered to his face. "You shouldn't move."

"I need to…" Leloucia managed after finding her voice again, "…use the bathroom."

He blushed crimson upon looking down at her, but she was simply too groggy to be embarrassed over her state of undress. Pajama bottoms and underwear lay in a pile on the floor while her top had been left on; the shirt had been practically ripped open, buttons barely hanging on by their threads. Her body had been in worse state today that it had been in yesterday.

Carefully, Rolo draped her arm over his shoulder and slid off the bed. Together they made their way over to the bathroom, Leloucia wincing with every step. Her cheeks flushed upon feeling the Emperor's liquids – a parting gift before he left – began to drip down Leloucia's inner thighs. But soon the ordeal of simply making it to the bathroom overshadowed her shame.

They came to stop at the door way so she could lean against it for a moment and catch her breath. It was obvious that someone had used the shower as damp towels were left on the floor. Knowing that he had been there, cleaning off after his lust was sated, made her queasy.

"Be careful," Rolo advised as they took a step forward, "the floor is slippery."

A few minutes later, she was settled on the toilet and her brother quickly retreated back outside, all the while keeping his eyes averted.

"I'm going to take a bath afterwards, would you wait for me outside?"

"Yes, of course. Take all the time you need."

Leloucia shot her younger sibling a grateful smile even though his head was turned away as he left. After relieving herself, she slipped out of the remains of her torn clothing and drew a bath. After filling the tub with warm water, she sucked in her breath and carefully managed to raise one leg and then the other as she stepped in.

Now came the difficult part. Keeping both feet planted, she carefully leaned forward and grasped the edges of the tub. While exhaling through her teeth, Leloucia managed to slowly lower herself into the water without slipping which would have eventually led to drowning if Rolo had indeed left the room.

Moaning out loud, she relaxed her death grip on the sides and leaned back against the tub, resting her head on the edge. Unlike the pool, the bath soothed her aching and stiff overworked muscles while cradling her in its warmth. Since Nu wasn't around barking orders, she would hopefully have more than ten minutes to soak.

'I'm never going to feel clean ever again.'

Pressing her lips into a thin line, violet eyes fell shut while the princess hesitantly lowered one hand into the water and in-between her sprawled legs. The former terrorist known as Zero forced herself to ignore the alarms going off in her head. She knew there had to be cameras all around with actual people monitoring her every move, but couldn't bring herself to care at the moment.

Gingerly, Leloucia probed her most intimate place and grimaced. It felt like she was coated in slime. Apparently sitting on the toilet and let gravity do its business was not enough to get rid of the Emperor's taint. Her eyes flew open and she reached out to snatch up the nearest washcloth.

'I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!' the princess reiterated in her head as the face of the man responsible for her misery.

The Emperor had over a hundred other willing consorts. Any number of them could have satisfied his insatiable lust. He had said it himself, she was not a mistress; but in fact a slave. He did not care enough to wear protection, and without a doubt in her mind, any child conceived from their unholy union would be denied its own existence. Fortunately, Leloucia took monthly birth control pills to regulate her period, but what about the months to follow if she was even allowed to live that long?

'I need to hurry and find a way out of here!'

At least that was what her mind was thinking. Leloucia's body, however, was in no condition to anywhere fast. Her long legs wobbled when she stood up in the bath, before her knees gave out a second later; sending the princess crashing backwards into the tub with a loud splash. The shock drove all the air from her lungs as her limbs felt like lead weights. As water burned the inside of her nose and flooded her throat, all the Princess could think about was:

'Well, at least I won't die wearing something hideously designed by Clovis.'

From a very young age, Rolo had already bloodied his hands with the gruesome deaths of others, to the point where almost nothing disturbed him. That was until now. With shaking hands, he quickly gathered up the soiled bed sheets and flung them over to the side of the bed as if they would contaminate him.

Although housekeeping wasn't one of the boy's tasks but he knew there would be an undesired emotional response if his sister were to see them.

He couldn't help but recall the previous night. The boy had assumed his mission was suddenly over the moment the cameras cut off in the control room. He was allowed to return in the morning, anticipating finding the princess' corpse rather than alive and mostly naked. It was painfully obvious what the Emperor had done and even though Rolo was used to seeing blood and gore that came with his violent lifestyle, this was almost too much for him.

His role was to be the little adopted brother to the captured terrorist, Zero; a part he was ready to embrace even though it contradicted his cold blooded nature. Rolo was ready to deceive the disgraced princess for as long as the charade progressed. He would pretend to care for his false older sister for the duration of her imprisonment; a loyal little brother who loved her, but how was he supposed to comfort her now? What would a real sibling do?

He leaned forward on the sofa, placed both elbows on his lap, fingers clasped together and tucked his thumbs under his chin as he stared in the direction of the bathroom. Was she crying now? He wanted to give Leloucia her privacy but wouldn't a good brother be at her side right now?

'But if I approach her now, she might yell at me,' he thought while chewing nervously on his lower lip.

Nervousness was quickly overcome by anger when Villetta Nu entered the bedroom. Did that woman come to torture Leloucia again? Make her wear one of those scantily clad bathing suits and swim when the girl could barely walk?

The Baroness must have felt his glare, because at that moment, she turned to face him; instinctively reaching for a weapon the soldier was used to carrying. After several seconds, realizing that she was still breathing, Villetta cautiously stepped further into the room. Amber eyes silently questioned the rumpled sheets lying on the floor before glancing towards the entrance of the bathroom.

Rolo watched as the woman struggled with her discomfort, and he seethed. That bitch knew! As his superior, Nu must have known about their Emperor's interaction with the princess. He could understand keeping this scandal from the other agents, but from him - the only individual who was both Zero's comforter and executioner – was unforgivable.

In an instant, the angel of death was on his feet. A deep scowl twisted his cherub-like features as he slowly and menacingly approached the alarmed woman. The former Purist tried to raise her hands, reminding him that there were on the same side; but it was hard hear with his blood boiling along with the sound of… frantic splashing?

Right, the princess was taking a bath as she could barely stand on her own to stay under a shower. The only thing the needed to worry about was her actually drowning in the tub. Anger and fear quickly turned into confusion, as both Rolo and Villetta turned towards and ran to the bathroom.

Leloucia!

Author's Note:

Emperor Chuck Norris zi Britannia does not sleep… he waits - sent from one of my beloved readers (hearts). A lot of you are now scarred for life, and I once more I apologize if you are not able to eat or sleep from either disgust or fear from this story. However, I encourage you to read as Schneizel won't be a background character for long.

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