Honestly, i have no idea where this comes from. I was just writing in between Child of Heaven and other stories and this came to be just like all of my other unpublished stories. I decided to update it since why the hell not. It's largely based on Game of Thrones and the Dragon Age series and i have always wanted to write a fantasy story set in those times, and it came to this.

Anyway, I have already started writing the lore of this world in separate story but you guys let me know if you want to learn about it as well similar to the Falling Stars thing i have done with Child of Heaven.

So enough of my ramblings, here is this new fanfic in RWBY. Volume Five recently started airing too. The characters won't act the same as they do in the show since they have grown up in completely different world and all but

Enjoy the read and let me know what you think.

The Blood of Kings

One

The King's Capital stood in the far South of Remnant, on the edge of the sea. From far along, it was seen to be the seat of power within the entire Kingdom. The centuries have passed since the Pale King ruled from here to the entire sprawling lands that made Remnant. In a courtyard of the palace, however, a young woman was dressed in slacks and pants with a sword at the ready as she stood in front of a taller man.

The two continued to clash blades as the sing and dance each time the steels connected, drawing spark from their sword as they continued to dance to the song of battle. The young woman had a focused look upon her features as she pushed forward with her attacks, to push the enemy into making a mistake so that she could claim her victory but alas their defense was too strong, something she should know from the many times they have spared over the years.

When the sparing session was done, the man placed his sword back and gave her a small nod.

"You fight well," he said, "But you are still too eager in your attacks, leaving yourself open for counterattacks. You won't survive long if your desire to join the Hunt's Creed when your swordsmanship is subpar."

The young woman let out a sigh pushing her snow white hair back from her face revealing the crystal blue eyes. She was somewhat young barely seventeen summers and already her body is that of a warrior, if her scar over her left eyes is anything to go by. The young woman simply nodded at her master.

"Thank you Sir Young," she said, "It would seems that I have much to accomplish before the end of the year till my name day."

"Aye miss you do," Young spoke out, giving her a small nod.

The two of them walked together making their way out of the courtyard and toward the armory were the sword would be kept and their practice blades. It wasn't sharpened like the other swords were but getting hit by one of them will still leave bruises behind, something the young woman had learned over the many years she had started to train with him. Placing their swords back at their usual place, the young woman let out a small sigh.

"Forgive me if I may ask," Young started, "Why would someone of royal blood will want to join the Hunt of all things?"

"I'm a bastard," the woman said turning her blue gaze toward the man, "I will have no claim to the Throne no more than the peasants that work the crops as my brother is keen to remind me. If I can't serve the people as queen, then I can serve as a soldier of the Hunt."

"You could stay to be leader of the Crownguards?" Young told her.

The woman laughed.

"I appreciate your optimism for me Sir Young," she said, "But I must now go, the hour is already late. Father will not want me to reach diner at a later time when we've got guest tonight."

"I suppose not," the man said.

With a light smile, the young woman left the armory as the man continued to work on placing things back in place. He remembers just a few years ago now, when she had come to him no older than thirteen summers to ask him how to fight with a blade. Young was completely surprised at the young girl asking him to teach her to how fight with a sword. In the long dynasty of the Schnee family on the Throne of Remnant, it wasn't that surprising to have a female warrior every now and then. He can still remember tales from another female warrior that existed merely fifty years ago now, who had won the battle against the Rebellion from the Faunus. It would seem battle was in the blood of the Schnee family even that of a bastard.

Her goal to join the Hunt was completely out of left field. The Hunt had created to safeguard the entire land from the Frozen North as it was called. He had never been there himself but the stories and tales he has heard over the years didn't really raise his opinion of the place. He just wished that the girl was extremely sure in choosing that path because if she was…she will never be allowed to set foot back inside her home.

Reaching her chambers, the young woman walked into as the servants that usually worked with her was already working a bath for her. She had expected to be able to draw the bath herself but if someone else was already working on it for her, then it was later than she realized.

"You have to hurry young miss," the servant had told her, "Or Her Grace will be mad at you."

She isn't my mother, the young woman wanted to say but she held her tongue, not wanting to waste any more time. She had not wanted to join the diner at hall but her father had convinced to come to at least socialize with the invitees that came from all over the Kingdom to join and celebrate their untarnished dynasty which had lasted for centuries now ever since the Pale King took the Throne after the Grimm War, if the legends are to be believed.

Her bath didn't take very long but it was good enough to sooth the bruises she had during her latest bout with Ser Young. Dressing herself in fresh clothing and forgoing the frivolous dress that had been prepared for her, the young woman fixed herself as she place her long white hair down her back save for the few bangs that were upon her forehead.

The mirror gave her a pretty good reflection of herself as she stared aback toward it. By a glance, they would say that she was a true blood of the King with her white hair and blue eyes, but it was only because his blood was more dominant. Her features however, looked nothing like the King or Queen. While her half-sibling have a more narrow face and features, hers was strangely squared and her nose was much smaller than her siblings as well as her.

The sound of her door opening drew her attention toward it, finding her older sister standing there at the entrance. Dressed in an elegant dress fitted for the daughter of the King, Winter Schnee was as elegant as she was beautiful. She made her way toward her.

"I would have thought you'd be seated at the table by now."

"I've come to see what was keeping you Weiss," Winter spoke out reaching her, "Not going for the dress?"

"I don't want to make an impression," the young woman, Weiss answered turning toward her.

Winter let out a small sigh, "Dressing like that and coming to the celebration is going to make an impression. It's like you're rebelling against our father."

"I don't rebel," Weiss said, "Just because I decided to dress comfortably instead of wearing those deathtraps you call dress isn't a sign of rebellion."

Winter laughed, "Only you would call something like that a deathtrap. Come we must hurry before we are missed…but before we go."

She placed a small blue rose against Weiss outfit drawing the girl's attention toward the decoration.

"What are you doing with that?"

"If you're not going wear a dress, at least have this with you," Winter told her, "And don't you dare take it off."

Letting out a small sigh, Weiss decided to let her older sister pull her forward. Winter is definitely is someone she is going to miss when she decided to leave for the Hunt. She had been dead set on leaving after her name day had come meaning in a few weeks now. However, she could still enjoy the life that she had here after all, her father had provided her with the life worthy of a princess of an entire Kingdom and yet…Weiss never felt like one. Being what she was, she knew that the Queen held no love for her and it was thanks to her father that she was even allowed to stay inside White Castle. Reaching the doorway, the two young women entered the large room where the feast for the guest tonight shall take place.

The Hall of the King was a large room filled with many banner bearing the sigil of her Family, the white snowflake against the pale blue, as they seem against the many torches which were lit inside the room. Weiss glanced around as she stepped inside the room noticing that many of the lords and ladies have already arrived and taken their seats at the table thought some still were missing from the looks of it. Four long tables had been placed in the room for the feast as most were already occupied by the many Lords and ladies family and other companions.

There was Lord Arc as well as his son Jaune there and another woman probably his mother dressed in formal clothing. Their banner was of a golden gryphon from the looks of it and as she was staring around, she took notice of Ciel already there. Ciel was the second daughter one of the Lord and seeing that the dark skinned girl didn't have anyone beside her yet, Weiss then knew she will sat beside her friend. She knew that at least her friend will keep her company.

At the end of the room was the table for the King and his family. Her father was already in his seat drinking wine. Dressed in his robes, he was thin looking but the man's skill with a sword was respected by his soldiers. He had a bear which shared the same pale white snow color the Schnee were known for. Beside him was his wife, Cariel Schnee. She also share the same white hair thought, her eyes were brown instead of the many blues that the Schnee where known for. She was dressed in her best dress and was in conversation with her son Whitley, the King's second born. Only five summer older than Weiss, Whitley was not her favorite person as he was cruel to her in their youth, unlike Winter who seems to adore having a little sister despite her being a bastard.

The only empty chair that remained at the King's table was Winter and Weiss knew that she would never sat among them.

"Well, I best get to my seat," Winter told her, "At least try to enjoy yourself okay."

"Aye," Weiss told her, giving a light smile.

Winter gave her a gentle hug, one she returned before making her way toward the King's table. Weiss looked at her, noticing that Cariel was staring at her now probably having noticed the hug. As usual, her face remained cold as those brown eyes met her own but Weiss simply looked away, not wanting to cause a scene.

Making her way toward the empty chair that was beside Ciel, the darkly skinned girl noticed her approach and gave her a broad smile.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," she greeted, "Thought you might just skip out on the festivities."

"I almost did, but Winter convinced me to come," Weiss answered her.

Ciel laughed, "You could never refuse your big sister, even when we were younger."

It was true, Weiss noticed with a wry smile.

"Come now enjoy the wine while they are still some left," Ciel answered her giving her a cup and filling it, "You know how these parties go with the wine."

Weiss took the cup and drunk from it, "How many Lords came tonight?"

"Not many," Ciel answered with a light smile, "Those that reside in the city are here as they are closest. I have seen the Nikos envoy as well as their warrior daughter but we didn't have much to talk about other than a quick hello before she was whiskered of. There is Lord Ren and his wife of Kuyobashi. I didn't even realize they would reach this far."

Weiss glanced at her, "Lie Ren is here? He is already Lord?"

Ciel nodded, "That he is. His father died a few months back from what I've heard."

"I…I didn't even realize it," Weiss said shocked at the news, "Ren and I spoke before when he used to come with his father in the castle."

Ciel glanced at her, "You still want to go to the Hunt after your name day?"

Weiss nodded.

"There is someone I know that is part of the Hunt," she said, "I could sent a letter about it to him so that he could come to get you. While in the Hunt he is allowed to visit in times, his duty there keep him busy."

"What does he do exactly?"

Ciel took a sip from the cup she was holding, "He is Ranger from what he says but he doesn't explain what it is. The Hunt's Code forbids him to."

Weiss nodded drinking her wine fully. The room was starting to be completely filled up now as new members were entering the room and her eyes found themselves upon a beautiful young woman with eye catching red hair. She was dressed oddly similar to Weiss but her outfit was much more decorated by jewels of noble birth. She knew who it was the warrior daughter of the Nikos family, Pyrrah.

"She is beautiful," Ciel said, noticing her gaze, "I've heard they were many wanting to court her."

"She is," Weiss said admiring the other woman, "Of noble birth and a skilled warrior. Her family must be really proud of her."

Ciel looked at her but didn't say anything and she was grateful for it.

"Weiss,"

Her eyes found James Ironwood there.

"Your father wish to speak to you," he said.

Weiss glanced at the King's table noticing the man waving at her to come so she did as she was asked. She approached the table standing in front of it, seeing the disgust in Whitley eyes as he stared at her approaching but she didn't say anything to him before giving a light bow.

"Father," she greeted with a small bow.

"Bah," the King said waving the notion away, "No need to be so formal with your own father Weiss. Your name day is coming up isn't it? I have something I wish to gift to you when this is over so see me after the feast is over in my studies."

Weiss was looking curiously at the man and she wasn't the only one. Whitley, Cariel as well as Winter were all curious what he could be offering. He never did give her much before.

"This must make your day then Weiss," Whitley said laughing, "To be given a gift from the King of Remnant."

Weiss ignored him, "Of course father, I will see you then."

The King gave her a light nod before waving her away. Turning away from her family, Weiss returned to Ciel's seat noticing the many eyes that were following after her. They all knew who she was after all, the bastard daughter of the King and where probably passing their own judgment upon her by just that. She didn't do anything else after that.

"What was that about?" Ciel asked.

"It seems father wish to gift me something," Weiss said sounding as puzzled as she felt, "I'm still going to be seeing what it could be."

The feast continued well into the night just as Ciel had warned her it would. Not many people talked to her thought the few that did simply wanted to know what the King said to her. Everyone here already knew that she was bastard with nothing to her name. She didn't have a claim to the Throne, she didn't have any type of power in the capital.

After all, who would talk to a bastard when she wasn't even an heir.

Making her way toward the studies of her father, Weiss knocked twice for a few moments before entering inside. She had been there in the past when her father scolded her for something she did in the past but now entering the room, the King was standing in front of a fireplace a goblet filled with wine in his hand. He glanced at her when she entered.

"Ah, Weiss c'mon," he greeted, "Come on in."

She approached toward him and the King stood there observing her for a few moments, like he was taking her in. Weiss stared at him confused at the long stare but she didn't say anything as she observed her father back. The years have taken their toll upon him she noticed the lines that were upon his face. It was always difficult to say how old he was but his father was already old when she was young but seeing him now, she realized just how old he was.

"You're still set on joining the Hunt?"

Weiss nodded her head.

"Yes," she said.

"Why don't you want to stay in your home Weiss?" he asked, "Haven't I loved you enough? Didn't the life I give you enough to stay by my side? You may be a bastard but you still my child…and I don't like you going North and joining the Hunt…"

"It is my decision," Weiss interrupted, "When my name day come I will be an adult in the eyes of the law. Father, I have your love that much I know, I may be your child but staying here is just going to cause problem for you."

"If you're talking about Cariel I can handle my wife," he said taking a sip from the drink he has in his hand.

"But I will never be something will I?" Weiss told him, "I will only be recognized as the bastard child of the King if I stay here in the Capital. I can't allow myself to simply be alright with that…I just can't father."

The man stared at her for a few moments, shaking his head lightly.

"You have your mother's stubbornness and my will," he said, "Never believed that to be a good combination."

Weiss perked up at the mention of her mother. Her Father rarely talk of her if not, at all. She had always wondered what type of woman she was to have drawn her father's eyes from his own wife. While it isn't unknown in history for the former Kings to have mistresses but her father never actually had one ever since he was married if she was to be believed.

The man made his way toward his desk and pulled out a sword that was lying upon it. Weiss hadn't noticed it before and she approached toward it, looking at the weapon with apprehension. She looked up at the man in front of her before turning her gaze toward it.

"This blade had been in our family for generations," the man said, "First forged by our ancestor Darius Schnee from the heart of a dying star. It was created when our family still had the old magic in our blood so only one who has the blood of a Schnee could wield it."

Weiss's eyes widened as the man extended the weapon toward her.

"Father…,"

"This is my gift to you," he said.

Weiss stared at the weapon, "I…I can't accept this…It's…for your heir…?"

The King actually laughed at that.

"Whitley?" he said, "The boy couldn't hold a sword for his life. He is no swordsman, he prefer to go to and enjoy his time with the whores than practice to learn the way of the sword. This thing had been collecting dust in our armory for years now. If you are set on joining the Hunt, it should serve you well since you carry the Schnee blood within you."

Weiss stared at him for a few more moments noticing how serious her father was before her attention returned to the blade. She took hold of the sheath and stared up toward the pommel noticing that strangely enough it had the head of a dragon at the end of it. It was still in good condition despite it been centuries old and she gripped the handle before pulling it out.

She had expected to see silver of steel but the blade was an odd blue color rather than the usual silver. It was also lighter than she expected, as she held it in front of her.

"It's light," she said.

"Aye it is," her father spoke, "A blade worthy of a Schnee."

Weiss sheath the sword and glanced at her father.

"Should you know that even if you are part of the Hunt for the decades to come," the man told her, "You will always have a home here in Atlas."

Weiss couldn't hide the smile as she gave the man a light nod feeling her throat closing in with emotions. She took him into a hug, feeling the man returning it. She was a bastard child of the King, with nothing to her name, but she had her father's love.

And somehow, that made all the difference.

That is it for the first chapter of this story. How was the read. Since the chapters don't have name like in my other stories, I won't place a next time for them.

Anyway, that was it for this chapter.

Jacques0 out.

R&R