For Lady Lily Anne, those of you who enjoy it, please review!

Office of Secret Intelligence special agent Mikhael Savarin was a consummate professional when it came to the trade of spycraft. He'd done it all, infiltrating the hierarchy of the Chinese Federation, integrating himself into the puffed up pomp of the E.U. courts, hell he'd even spied on a few prince and princesses of his own country.

On orders, of course.

So when he received his most recent mission statement he just stared at the bland manila envelope with a bored aire about him as he casually dismissed the flunky that had handed it off. Leaving the rather cliche alley he had met said contact in Mikhael brought out a tool that scanned the envelope for bugs. Finding nothing he tapped a button that sent out a short, powerful EMP the would frag anything more advanced than a paperclip within a five foot radius.

Now content that he was secure he made his way to his small yet tasteful flat, safe in the knowledge that at the very least he wasn't being electronically followed by the enemy. After two bus rides and a short jaunt on the monorail he was home, more tired than not but he had shit to do so sleep had to wait. He put the kettle on to boil and began running a bath before falling bonelessly into his computer chair staring at the envelope dropped on his desk.

Good god did he not want anything to do with this. While Princess Cornelia was, in fact, an amazing military commander she was also related to Prince Clovis, who had managed to make the entirety of his intelligence division hate him in the first month of his appointment. The man had been paranoid, incapable, and completely unsuited for his position, his actions leading up to his assassination had rather well proven that, thanks much.

Mikhael unfortunately didn't think that particular reasoning would serve him well with Princess Cornelia, though as he tore the envelope open and read its contents he couldn't help muttering out an epitaph.

"What. The. Hell?"

Thankfully, the Princess was essentially on his side with his orders, explaining that she did truly find this entire situation to be utterly ridiculous and was only doing something about it to keep her sister happy. That was all well and good, really, but that didn't negate the simple fact that Special Agent Mikhael Savarin was ordered to spy on a teenage petty officer attending a school dance to find out who he was dating to sate the curiosity of a petulant Princess.

He was, irrevocably and undeniably, not paid enough for this bullshit.

Nothing for it though, work was work as they say. He would have to forge some credentials as a photographer for the event it would seem, it was one of his favorite covers after all. Really, having the people you were sent to spy on approach you and ask to have their pictures taken was always amusing regardless. Letting out a tired sigh he simply shook his head and readied a cup of tea as he headed for his waiting bath, he would as always do as ordered, but he was definitely putting in a request for some vacation time afterwards.

The hall hosting this rather impromptu ball was, for something hosted by Britannians at least, rather tastefully decorated Mikhael decided as he glanced about the massive room. Adjusting the extended lens of his ridiculously expensive, and in his personal opinion rather cool camera, the near middle aged spy slipped past the various gossiping group of girls and boys doing his best to look unimportant.

He was, unfortunately, rather unforgettable which made his art a bit more difficult than need be. Near white blonde hair and piercing ice blue eyes along with sharp high cheekbones caused him to strike quite the figure, thankfully, most of that was hidden behind the camera he was totting about. That, and the mud brown contacts and a layer of foundation giving his skin a dull sheen helped a bit; he should have dyed his hair but yeah, that shit wasn't happening he rather liked his hair and he wasn't going to ruin it like that.

Especially for the fourth most ridiculous mission he'd ever been sent on, Prince Clovis having claimed the top three after all.

Glancing about the expansive ballroom he noted how most of it was coated in flowers, twining together all of them different shades of white, blue and purple, Mikhael absently wondered if it was all meant to signify something or someone specifically. He would find out much later that yes, they had been planned to blend with the target of Millicent Ashford's machinations, god help the poor girl in question.

Through the faintly violet lighting Mikhael took in the masterpiece raised above the dance floor, an inverted bouquet. There were swathes of white silk and satin draped in ribbons along the walls, and an entire wall was lined with floor length windows leading out to individual secluded balconies. Everything was arranged to showcase the white staircase that would display all the arriving couples in a rather grandiose manner.

Seriously, even his prom hadn't been this ostentatious, Mikhael was torn between being slightly jealous of the pomp and being quite happy that he wouldn't have had to be put under the social spotlight like these kids were going to obviously have to endure.

The chattering couples and groups around him went quiet as a pair of figures walked down the nearly glowing main staircase, and he couldn't help feeling a sharp pang of recognition stab through his calm as the young man and woman in question descended the steps.

The boy was obviously Sergeant Kururugi, he was wearing a black military cut tuxedo with silver and violet embroidery, a lavender shirt, and some sort of emblem pinned on the tie.

The girl was...breathtakingly beautiful, her shining raven black hair was pulled into a riot of curls, mostly restrained by a braid that swept around her head in an imitation of a crown; all while a few loose strands fell to artfully frame her face and glinting violet eyes. She was wearing a strapless A-line ball gown made of black tulle with a sweetheart neckline, a light violet waistband sash, with silver and violet floral embroidery centered on the bodice which became sparser along the length of the gown.

She looked, for lack of no better term, like royalty.

Princess Euphemia it would seem, had been beaten to the punch.

As the couple walked down the stairs Mikhael brought the camera up and began clicking the recessed stud taking multiple pictures as fast as he could, as this was happening the girl at his side let out a whimsical sigh as she shook her head.

"Lulu looks so beautiful, I don't care that he's an Eleven, he's good for her..."

Glancing at the blonde his mind loaded the face to the dossier quickly enough, which in turn made him rather weary.

Millicent Ashford tended to do that to anyone with survival instincts after all.

"Is the racial barrier really that big of a deal?" He asked with a slight amount of trepidation.

It was a gamble, he admitted, but he was honestly curious, and it would benefit his report in the long run regardless. Luckily, Miss Ashford was more than willing to divulge information about his target.

"For myself and Leloucia? Not in the slightest. The Ashfords actually worked with the Japanese to develop the Ganymede, we're well aware they're just people, like us. Socially speaking? Well..." At that he turned back to the dance floor as Sergeant Kururugi lifted his hand and with a gentle twitch of the wrist spun about Leloucia who came to a stop grinning widely at the boy. It was not difficult to see the dozens of hungry angry eyes on the dance floor's borders to get the hint.

"They see him as below her so they judge Suzaku , not the girl. They don't have the guts to accuse her, they would rather go after him, because it is just plain easier to blame the obvious outsider." Mikhael stated this with a bitter tone, his Russian heritage had certainly proven that point more often than not. Milly for her part raised a blonde brow seemingly to assess him for the first time.

"You aren't like the other flunkies that get hired for these sort of things, consider me impressed. As an aside, you aren't wrong at all." With that she nodded towards the laughing couple as she shook her head slowly, "Leloucia Lamperouge and Suzaku Kururugi, only those that know both could have possibly told you they were inevitably going to end up together."

Leloucia...Lamperouge...why...why did these names kindle a fire in the back of his mind? He needed more information...He needed to know why his senses were practically burning due to this girls existance, so he turned back to the buxom young woman beside him smiling lightly and doing his best to remain unintimidating.

"What does her family think of it?" There, easy, neutral, not revealing anything. Millicent just let out a sigh as she cocked her head to the side, tapping her chin with one finely manicured finger.

"Nunnally is her only real family honestly, and she all but signed off on this wanting to get the two idiots to recognize that they were made for each other. I will admit though, it was an uphill battle. My BFF has the tenacity of an irate honey badger after all, God help Suzaku with that one, not my problem though."

Nunnally..and Leloucia...Lamperouge. Oh god... Oh no no no. Lady Marianne, the Emperor's preferred consort, murdered a year before her children went missing, maiden name, Lamperouge. Her children, eldest, Leloucia, youngest, Nunnally, Leloucia took after the Empress in looks while Nunnally had resembled her father. Princesses that were housed with the Japanese Prime Minister's family after their exile, befriending the 'Prince of Japan' in the process.

Both were declared dead at the beginning of the second Pacific War, murdered by their hosts and used as a major justification for the invasion. After all, who could resist the desire to avenge murdered Princesses? No matter that one of them was currently dancing with what was the equivalent of Japanese royalty at the moment, all while being very clearly not dead.

"Oh...shit...I am in way over my pay grade..." Millicent stared at him a moment, then smiled, and Mikhael was fairly certain it was the grin of an evil angel as she purred out her reply.

"You really are."

He didn't move after that, he just watched the couple of the hour and took multiple photos, never moving from Millicent's careful gaze, trying his best not to squirm as he observed the Princess and...well...her consort. Or was he considered a Prince too technically? Really his family had been part of the Shogunate for generations... Oh good god Mikhael try not to think about it, you'll drive yourself insane man and you know it.

As the ball proceeded, and eventually ended he went to leave when he was intercepted by the smirking blonde yet again, she grinned viciously as she ran a finger down his chest while pushing him into the wall.

"Where do you think you're going cutey?" Gulping he tried to find a quick exit as the teenager leaned in and kissed his jawline, "I didn't say you could leave yet. My date won't live up to my expectations, will you?"

Mikhael returned to his flat in a very weirded out mood, jerking the door open his dog looked up at him happily and he quickly scratched behind the German Shepard's ears as he muttered, "Good girl, I'm just fine, only sore..."

Leaving Isabelle to her doggy delight of dining on leftover cocktail horderves the Special Agent slumped into his computer chair trying to process exactly what had just happened this evening.

One, he had sex with a minor, and it had literally been the best sex of his entire life. For reasons he couldn't fathom, this didn't bother him in the slightest, Milly was just so...Milly... he felt no need to justify his lack of self control.

Two, Princess Leloucia, and likely Princess Nunnally were both alive and doing well.

Three, Sergeant Kururugi was well aware of this and actively courting one of the Princesses.

Four, He was not paid nearly enough for this shit and was hell bent on making it someone elses problem.

Sighing he put water on the boil and ran the bath, content in the knowledge he'd done his job, he'd had some serious fun, and he wasn't going to let the repercussion weigh him down. He did his job, simple a that.

He had no idea that he'd been recruited into the Chaos known as the Royal family, and that he would never escape its grasp.

Cornelia was rubbing her eyes as her commanders nattered at each other, their attack on the JLF central base was, for all intents and purposes, in the green, but these fools kept hemming and hawing over the details. It didn't help that members of the disgraced PureBlood organization were part of the planning, and they were doing their best to look important despite how...not they actually were. Honestly, she looked at the majority of them as cannon fodder, and ignored their presence by and large as she took in the plans to invade the Narita mountain range.

Eventually, the door to the hall opened and a blonde man with terrifyingly sexy blue eyes walked in the room and caused Guilford to tense up, after a moment they nodded to each other in mutual respect before the man stopped before her desk.

"Your Highness, I have done as ordered and observed Sergeant Kururugi's girlfriend, she is one Lelocuia Lamperouge, the deputy head of the Ashford Academies student council." The spy was knocked off kilter as the former leader of the PureBloods, one Jeremiah Gottwald tore the stack of glossy photos from the man's hand and began openly weeping.

Now, normally Cornelia had no patience for women weeping, and she had absolutely zero for men doing as such, thankfully though Jeremiah managed to sob out a few words that paused her intended order of shooting him in the head as he dropped the photos to her desk.

"Lady Marianne...did I truly not fail you as completely as I thought I did?"

Wait, what the hell? Glancing at the photos spilled on her desk the Princess's eyes widened as she put 2 and 2 together and was coming up with fish as the result. The young woman dancing with the Eleven was, obviously, Royalty, her violet eyes, porcelain white complexion, and raven black hair leaving no guess work in the process.

Her last name was Lamperouge, just like Lady Marianne, who the girl looked like a freaking clone of, and her given name was Leloucia...Turning to the near mad looking Jeremiah Cornelia could only mutter one order.

"Guilford...get the car ready, we need to make a jaunt over to Ashford Academy."

She didn't hear, nor particularly care that her spy quickly spat out, "I thought Milly was eighteen, just throwing that out there!"

Her little sister had been in hiding, hiding from her, and...hiding badly...why? She needed answers...now.