Warning: This fic is rated M for a reason. Story will contain explicit sexual content. 18+ readers only.
Note: All characters written with explicit material are 18+ for the purposes of this story


The doors to the hall opened with a great thud as they impacted the walls.

Had there been guards in the hall, all would've drawn their weapons at such a sound, but the hallway was empty, save for the knight who had just entered, and the throne at the end of the room.

The knight walked briskly towards the throne, what little armor he had clanking with little abandon as he approached the imperious woman.

Once he got there, he fell to his knees, panting. His blonde tresses on his head bounced up and down as his body heaved to get him more oxygen.

He quickly stammered out an apology to the regent in front of him.

"I'm sorry my lady, I was in the middle of a battle with the Grimm when you called, I came as soon as I could."

Any future apologies were cut off by a scoff from the woman in front of him.

"Oh, do shut up, Jaune." She rolled her eyes, and gestured at him to rise. "I didn't expect you to run all the way here. I just needed a favor."

He paused at her...less than formal words.

"My-my lady?"

She got up and started walking around him. Her white dress and whiter hair flowing behind her as she meandered around him. She seemed to be looking him over, eyes scanning up and down his lithe body, but Jaune couldn't tell what exactly she was looking at, let alone what she was looking for.

Finally, Weiss, stopped and sat back down on the throne. Her back straightened, and her informal tone was replaced with the aura befitting a Queen.

"It has come to my attention, Sir Arc, that you're unemployed."

He nodded dumbly, though she seemed to ignore it.

"Someone of your…talent..." she said wistfully, "is wasted hunting down mere Grimm on the edge of Ansel. So I have a...proposition."

She pulled out a scroll. And said...