So this is where the road to Monochrome starts for me. I love Monochrome, but I haven't wrote anything for it AT ALL. The thing is, it's kind of hard to write about regular Weiss and Blake. I have no idea why, but it just is. I wanted a different background to go with them so it would be a bit easier. So anyway, as you all know, this is a Servant/Master thing. Not in a BDSM way tho. Like no. Note that this story is VERY loosely based off of the Story of Evil...so yeah...

Weiss Schnee. A name that struck fear into the rivals of the Schnee name. Not only was the Schnee a name that should have been feared, but that held great honor over the years a thriving monarch over Atlas. Though many other opposing kingdoms have tried to overtake the Schnee name, not a single one succeeded, for the best defense belonged to the Schnees' themselves.

Though she was highly feared as her father once was, Blake Belladonna knew Weiss wasn't entirely an icy girl. The loss of both her parents had devastated the white clad princess, but the remaining family she had, albeit not much, and her servants were the only things keeping her from emotionally collapsing. Blake knew Weiss was just a lonely girl who was sour in presence because she didn't really have anything left.

Blake knew it was only a matter of time before Weiss would do something that would upset the tranquility between the kingdoms, or at least anger someone else to that point. No matter how it turned out, Blake would remain loyal the Ice Queen either way. As a simple servant to the princess, Blake probably meant little to the Ice Queen. Blake would've liked to believe otherwise.

Blake could only stand and sigh as she witnessed Weiss have another angry outburst towards her counselors. Lately, Blake had heard talk that after Weiss' father's death, he left behind his wish that Weiss marry a young boy by the name of Jaune Arc. He was from a kingdom out in the sea, neighboring the mainland. Their marriage would untie the two feared kingdoms into one. Blake, only working for the princess for a couple of weeks, knew the entire of history of Weiss and her family. In contrast, Weiss knew nothing of Blake. It was to be expected, since the servant was merely just another servant.

The disguised Faunus knew that one minor slip up or outburst from the princess could cost her own life. But Blake would never let that happen. Although the Schnee name was one that highly discriminated the Faunus, that all changed when Weiss became the heiress of the monarch. And one reason landed her there in the castle. That reason was Weiss.

"Belladonna!"

"Yes, Miss Schnee?" Blake could feel her Faunus ears perk involuntarily at the mention of her own name.

"You will be escorting me into town today." Weiss said. Before Blake could answer, Weiss continued. "You will be escorting me through Vale."

"May I ask, what business do you have in Vale?" Blake's question irritated the princess. Actually, Blake wasn't sure how the princess reacted, as her face didn't show any trace of emotion, but her tone was sharp.

"An old friend of mine is awaiting a visit from me."

Silence.

"Ah, I see. Another question, is this friend of yours..." Blake's voice trailed off. Weiss gave an unemotional stare before picking up her sentence.

"This 'friend'...he's, uh, well, to be honest, he isn't really a friend. Well, I wouldn't consider him one." Weiss seeme to get a little nervous at the metion of this person. Blake sighed, feeling annoyed at her own self for asking yet another question.

"So this...'friend'...the real purpose of visiting them is...?" Blake was afraid of leaving a bad impression on the princess, as this was the only time they've actually had a private talk together. Weiss looked at Blake, her icy blue eyes showing no emotion as she spoke.

Slowly, she turned her head the opposite way, staring outside the carriage at the passing forestry. Blake nearly jumped as she began to spoke. "You see...this man...there, he knows about this Jaune Arc boy, and he personally knows this 'boy'...I CAN'T marry this him."

Blake's head tilted. "W-why not?"

"You see this friend...Ren, is what he's named, told about this boy's inconsistencies. I can't marry a boy that is incapable of running his own kingdom. This Jaune character will not ruin the Schnee monarch my ancestors worked so hard to build!" Weiss voice rose sharply, making Blake flinch only in the slightest.

"Ah...I see." Blake tried her hardest to remain as stoic as possible. Weiss only sighed, as she still refused to look the servant in the eye.

"Ah, Weiss, nice to see you again!" Ren's warm expression betrayed the image Blake had pictured in her head. When she heard Weiss tell her how this guy spilled the beans about Jaune, she imagined him to be a much more shady looking guy, but this man seemed like such a friendly person, his actions betrayed appearance.

Blake felt slightly uncomfortable around the man now, but something told her else wise. He greeted her with a handshake, and Blake felt herself tense up, relaxing only slightly. Weiss coughed, fake obviously.

"You never told me you had a new friend Weiss. What a beauty she is." Ren smiled. Blake felt herself slightly blush at his sudden statement. Weiss shifted in her seat, finally speaking up. "Ah, she isn't my...she's a servant. But you're right. Anyways, I was hoping you could help me find some equipment." Blake felt herself blush even more. Had Weiss agreed she was beautiful?

Ren's eyebrows furrowed. "Equipment? What for?" Weiss heaved a heavy breath. She placed her hands in her lap, relaxing her shoulders a bit.

"I plan an attack...on an enemy kingdom."

"May I ask, what kingdom?" Ren's questions seemed to get Weiss frustrated, Blake noticed.

"I cannot tell you that, but the equipment...where can I find it?" Ren sighed, knowing prying the princess would only earn him hostility. He decided to give her a rightful answer.

"This woman I know...Coco, is her name. You find her, you find the 'equipment' you so desire." Ren felt worry and anxiety crawl up his spine. What could the princess be planning? Weiss, stood up from the chair, situated in Ren's living room. She turned to face the door. "Thank you Ren. That will be all. Tell Nora I said hello."

Ren smiled "I will do that. Take good care of yourself now, okay Weiss?" Weiss' face stayed as icy as ever.

"Sure."

Yes this plotline is going just like I didn't want it to go. Whutevs. Ugh, I lack the creative worplay to correctly display Weiss' emotions. Whutevs.

MaggsWithBaggs is tired of her shit anyways.