Ladies and Gentlemen, Lads and Lasses, Beautiful People I am Kurt the mortician and IT IS GOOD TO BE BACK! Now this will be an independent project that I will be working on whenever I feel like it, as such it will not have a regular update schedule like SATY does. By the way we will update SATY before Volume 2 of RWBY begins, so don't worry it is coming and it is not over. Now without further ado, enjoy.
"Lady Nilesly, I beg you, you must reconsider!" The maid yelled through the mahogany door, currently locked in front of her. Her words echoed through the lavishly decorated hallway she stood in, and not a single soul other than her was present.
"I will do no such thing Miss Mildred." Came the reply, although slightly muffled by the door. On the other side of the door, Alice Nilesly was packing her luggage, making sure to pack only the essentials, occasionally stopping to check on her pet rabbit, which sat nervously in its cage.
"But Lady Nilesly, you already participate in those brutish contests, as if you're some sort of prize fighter-" Mildred began only to be cut off by Alice.
"They are not brutish contests; they are duels of honor and contests of chivalry, a noble art."
"Even so they are no place for a lady, much less the crown princess!"
"I am no longer the heir to the throne remember, mother is pregnant with my future baby brother." Alice replied, smiling as she packed the Vorpal Blade into its case, taking a moment to admire the broadswords beauty.
The bluish silver blade, accompanied by four red dust crystals running the length of the blade in its center, seemed to hum with power as it sat on the red velvet lining of the case. The crystals were all carved into different shapes, placed at the hilt was a crystal in the shape of a heart, followed by a diamond, then a club with the spade forming the tip of the blade. The blade had been a gift from Alice's father when she began dueling, and she had treasured it since.
During this time Alice spent admiring her weapon; Mildred had managed to finish her speech about how attending a combat school was unladylike, and how Alice had the royal guard to fight for her. As the speech drew to a close, Alice walked over to the door and unlocked it allowing Mildred to enter her room. Alice silently studied the old maid, gazing at the older woman's hunched over form, snow white hair, her wrinkled features, and kind eyes.
Alice been looked after by Mildred, her entire life, just as her father had, now as she looked into the maid's cloudy grey eyes, she could see no trace of anger, only worry. Upon seeing this Alice said softly, "I know this is hard for you, but it's something I have to do."
Alice received a soft tap on the head, as Mildred chuckled and replied, "I know, but I worry Lady Alice, you've only left the castle for your duels, and on rare occasions, to visit other kingdoms."
"You've been tutored all of your life and you've only ever played with the castle staff. I'm just worried that you're not ready for this." The old maid said softly as she walked around Alice's sparsely decorated room.
Alice herself, ran her eyes over the room where she had spent most of her life, her large canopy bed rested in the center of the room, her small desk and chess set rested in the corner next to two arm chairs and a large book shelf, filled with leather bound tomes. Next to her door was a mirror which she now stood in front of.
Mildred finished her walk around the room and stood next to Alice as she stared at her form in the mirror. The old woman chuckled as she said, "I scarcely recognize you."
Alice herself could understand the maid. Her hair was brushed and hung to her shoulders held in place by a white hairband, rather than being pinned up into the elaborate bun it normally was. Her face was its natural vanilla tone; instead of the pale white it was normally painted. Her amethyst eyes seemed to shine brightly, back at her. Her new simple blue dress and white apron seemed to fit perfectly, yet still being modest. Her white knee socks and blue flats were in pristine conditions, and both had simple white bows to accent them.
"Indeed." Alice replied after a moment. She turned and hugged the old woman before walking over to her luggage stacking her rabbit's cage on top of her trunk, and closing the Vorpal Blade's case. She picked up the case by its handle on the side, and rolled her trunk behind her, as she walked out of her room and down the hall.
As she walked down the hall he mind pondered her future.
This is my chance.
I finally get to leave the castle and see how the commoner's live.
I can have normal friends, I can do normal things, I can go to classes with other people and have regular teachers, and do regular stuff.
Well as regular as combat school can be.
Now that is the icing on the cake, I can finally become a knight.
Well a hunter, but that is still an incredible achievement.
I can not wait to get to Beacon.
I believe the brochure said it was somewhere in Vale, quite the change from Menagerie, then again I could have attended a school here, but Mother insisted that If I was to attend a combat school it should be the best.
"Alice!"
The sound of her mother's voice derailed Alice's thoughts as she snapped out of her internal dialogue. Alice's head shot up as she looked around and saw that she was in the courtyard. During her little internal monologue she had managed to go through the hall, the great hall, the courtyard, and managed to get to castle gates.
Both her mother and father stood before her, Alice walked over to her father and gave him a quick hug. She shared her eyes, hair and tempermant with her father, and he stood wearing his usual stately silver suit, his golden blond hair combed back with his crown resting upon his head, amethyst eyes filled with warmth trained on his daughter.
Alice's mother stood next to him indulging her daughter in a quick embrace before returning to her husband's side, she wore her normal elegant red gown, and her chestnut brown hair was done in a neat french braid with a simple silver circlet resting on her head.
Alice looked to both of her parents and queried, "Why are both of you here?"
Alice's father smiled and replied, "We came to see you off before you board the private dust jet to Vale."
"Why could I not have taken a more humble method of transport? Perhaps a cab to the local airship port?" Alice questioned, frowning slightly.
Alice's father gave her a pat on the head and answered, "Your mother insisted."
"Which reminds me," Alice's mother interjected her smile hand the barest hint of a smug grin as she continued, "I have indulged your desire to attend a combat school, I would have you indulge me."
"Indulge how?" Alice inquired nervously.
"You are eighteen years old, and the crown princess, and tradition dictates that you must have a knight, so before you are nineteen,I expect you to select your knight of honor." Alice's mother answered.
"And I may choose whoever I wish?" Alice asked tentatively.
"Yes." Alice's mother answered before hugging her daughter again and holding her daughter's face.
"Do you know what I see?" She asked, smiling.
Alice answered, "No." in response.
"I see the bravest girl ever to grace this family. I could scarcely imagine competing in duels much less, attending combat schools if I was your age. Now go and make this family proud." She gave her daughter a light push, Prompting her daughter to smile, and continue out the open gates.
As Alice sat in one of the many empty seats of the dust jet she looked out the window and watched as her home seemed to get smaller and smaller as she flew away, before turning her attention back to the novel she had started reading. Before long she would be in Vale, and then this adventure would really begin.
Alright so this story will be following Team WNLD, the little side team in SATY, this story will be told almost entirely from Alice's perspective, for reasons. Now this story will be updated whenever I feel like it, it could be updated four times in a week and then not at all for a month. So enjoy and please review as it helps me figure out what I do right, and what I do wrong. Anyway I am Kurt the mortician, and I hope this laid your worries, fears, and troubles to rest.
Oh and one more thing. SHOUT OUT TO LILOME!
YOU MY BOY!