"Will you mock my child, the child of Cornelia Li Britannia and the Britannian Emperor?"
The E.U. Ambassador started, backing away from the girl who stood in front of him. She looked about ten years of age. Her purple hair was cropped at her jaw, and her eyes were a very similar shade of violet. The combination was a bit unusual.
"Your... child?" the ambassador repeated. The girl looked at him again, and as she turned up her chin he could see the resemblance. He felt himself begin to sweat; had a mistake been made?
"Yes," said the Emperor from his throne, "her child- and MINE, Ambassador, so you should take more care with your tongue."
"I-I-I apologize, Your Majesty, but she was interrupting our meeting. I attempted t-to ignore her at first, but her incessant questioning-"
"If her questioning had been bothersome to me, then *I* would have stopped it," Lelouch responded.
Cornelia, who had been stalking the shadows to the left of Lelouch's throne, climbed the steps up to it, and stood at her husband's side. "We allowed Ophelia to question you because her lines of inquiry are similar to our own. They regard your intent in the South Atlantic off the Falkland coasts. That is Britannian territory, Ambassador; what are you doing there? Ophelia is curious, and so are we."