Loyalty Above Duty

"… I do. Right now she isn’t ready, but in time she has the drive and the heart to do so." Sophia confirmed, "she’s too stubborn to give up."

The male blushed at the sudden pull and kiss, did she truly felt this way twards the knight, or maybe she were just manipulating his emotions so that he can feel at ease when the day comes, it would not be surprising for the young lady to do that. But to be honest, Jeremiah didn't cared, this moment, the feeling he was having right now, it has been years since the last time he felt that way. 

"Well royalty has changed this time, there is no going back at this point!" Sophia responded, "This was her choice… her age was frozen three years ago since she made her choice. I will not doubt my Tsar’s choice. Not anymore."

"Unite and help people." The male gives a small chuckle, that all sounded way too familiar. "My emperor used to have the same ideals. And that end up with him sacrificing his life." He uttered as he looks at Sophia with a serious expression. "May you answer me something, lady Sophia?" He turns towards the young lady and approached her a few steps. 

Sophia said nothing at first, smoothing out the jumper with care before turning to the guest, “At first her highness was uncertain. Not because she didn’t want it, but she felt as if she didn’t deserve it. She didn’t think she was very qualified to become Tsarina given the fact she’s… well she was a waitress.” The moon mouse sat herself on the edge of the bed, hands resting on her lap.

'Interesting name, Jeremiah.. but it will work.' Lelouch thought as Nunnally spoke, “Lord Jeremiah, it has been several months since we last met and it is so nice to see you again. And it is nice to meet you, Alastair.” Lelouch slowly raised his head, showing brown eyes instead of purple (thanks to contacts. He took this moment to observe his darling sister and wished terribly to be beside her once more.

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As the lady finishes her sentence, Jeremiah couldn't help his impulses anymore, so he cupped her cheek and landed a kiss on her lips. Such an impertinent move, the lady brought such things in him, Jeremiah would never have done that to Marianne even though he loved her all the same. 

"Stop!" Sophia snapped, though it wasn’t anger… it was worry. Taking the jumper from his hands she lid it on the bed with care, "This garment may not look like much, but it is precious to her highness… her mother made her it. It took me months of persuading before she let me touch it."

"Oh...I see, forgive me." The male utters as he stares at the garment, such a childlike jumper, it must hold a deeply emotional significance to the lady to keep for all these years. He turns his gaze to a pictures near her bed, noticing a quite ordinary family, were the woman in the pictures the Tsar? He approached the other side of the bed to get a closer look at them, the lady in the pictures seemed like your everyday woman, although she was certainly quite similar to lady Hannah, no doubt she was her mother. He kept a couple of seconds in deep thought, until something came into his mind that made him hold a stern expression.

"I would have prefered to lock you in the cells for questioning as a precaution… but her highness believes that you are a good man." Sophia replied, pausing for a minute before continuing, "she saw something in you thats she’s seen before. Regret. She believes you may have done things in the past but the moment you moved your blade from her throat she knew you’ve been trying to make a change. Thats all I can tell really. Humans are complicated creatures."

"Heh, you're quite sincere, lady Sophia, although I don't blame you, I would've done the same thing." The man utters with a smirk, however, quite impressed by Hannah's skill to read someone so well, Jeremiah's regrets were something he buried deep within himself, however, he neither confirmed nor denied the regret, he barely knew them, it was better for him to not talk about his past, not yet anyway. 

Of course not, we hardly hold funerals for half of our own dead soldiers these days…

"I believe the Purist Faction already got everything under control. My unit is currently looking for Zero's whereabouts, and I assure you that we won't rest, until Zero has paid for his crimes against the throne."