Starting Uni in 3 days so updates will be a bit irregular at best. As soon as i adjust to the timetable I'll dedicate some of my time to this. I already have a booklet filled with notes for the story up till the start of the festival.

Prince Charming

The inside was everything Jaune had expected from such a posh event. Important people as far as the eye could see mixed in with the participants and their respective trainers, or battle-masters as they were called in Mistral, chatting and mingling with each. Most if not all Mistralian dignitaries were dressed in puffy dresses for the women and ridiculously expensive suits for the men, all in an effort to oust one another. An endeavor which some would admit they've gone too far when two Chatelaines showed up wearing what one could only describe as a ticker-tape parade of color on fabric and duke it out for wearing the same item, only to be led off the premises promptly.

Joan, the more social of the twins had made to talk to some of the contenders immediately after walking into the ballroom leaving Jaune alone by the entrance-way, flabbergasted. All eyes were on him for but a moment, hushed whispers of his name and the occasional glance sent his way as he made his for the punch table where he hoped to hide from prying eyes. With a drink in hand, non-alcoholic of-course, he awkwardly rested by the wall as he watched the night unfold mostly in peace, only interrupted by the occasional Mistralian noble or business-men propositioning him sponsor-ships, apprenticeships, scholarships and to his surprise, an arranged marriage every now and then.

With the night nearing its end and the final dance imminent Jaune pondered to his lonesome by the balcony, away from the attention and political intrigue of Mistral. So lost in thought was that his battle hardened keen-hearing failed to register the glassy clinking noise of stilettos until…

"~Hello~." A feminine voice broke him from his thought.

The girl had almost paper white skin and looked to be about his age if not older, her very, very shapely hourglass figure made it difficult to pin-point her age but her mannerisms were indication enough of her youth. She wore a pitch-black backless mini-dress that matched her short hair that shimmered, as if reflecting off glass beads, in the light of the setting sun which too matched her fiery eyes. She walked up to him with a light sway in her hips, unintentional on her part but her figure made it impossible not to walk as such, and his eyes moved in tune to her hypnotic gait. With glass in hand she stood next to him, with some moderate amount of space between.

"Hi there," he replied nervously. Earlier he'd been approached by many girls his age, older women with questionable intent, some women old enough to have been his mother's mother and each one had been more beautiful than the last (aura worked miracles) but this girl stood out amongst the rest.

"The ball's coming to an end soon…be a shame if you leave without dancing at least once."

"It would be a shame…too bad I don't have a dance partner," he said as he took a sip of drink with confidence and an uncharacteristic tease.

The ravenette turned to face him with a furious blush embellishing her pale visage, tiny embers of light danced around the inside of her amber eyes as she furrowed her lips into a nervous smile.

"I-If you wouldn't mind, would you like to d-dance with…me." She asked him with a glance cast aside.

- 'Kish' -

Taken aback Jaune had loosened his grip on the sherry glass hence sending it crashing onto the balcony floor into a granular mess. The girl, who he still didn't know seemed to be ignoring his little accident as she looked him straight in the eyes innocently awaiting an answer.

"I'd be honored to accompany a beauty such as yourself." With exaggerated flourish he awkwardly took a bow.

"If you're here that means you know who I am but I'm sorry to say I don't know your name."

"Call me Ella. Ella Tremaine." No longer the stuttering nervous wreck she was before she returned his greeting, she pinched the hems of her dress but didn't pull them to the side least she bared herself to him and dipped herself to a courteous bow.

"Just need to clean this up before we leave," Jaune said as he pulled out a pocket tissue from his blazer as he dipped to the ground to scoop out however much of the glass shards he could and leave the rest to the cleaners.

"Here, let me," Ella said as she waved her hand coated in a shimmering glow of aura.

All shards scattered on the floor congregated within a space five feet above the ground as they broke apart into even finer pieces with any and all traces of the liquid dripping of. The resulting granules compacted into themselves as they shifted form into various simple shapes with gradually became more complicated as they settled onto Ella's desired form, a thumb sized translucent stiletto with intricate lines and carvings decorating it. A couple seconds passed and the construct blackened as it hardened leaving it a glassy black with specks of pure white within, reminiscent of the color of her starry aura.

"One glass won't be missed I'm sure," she said with feigned mischief and a saucy wink.

The tiny construct floated into her open hand as she pocketed it away god knows where. With her arm linked around his she led him to the ballroom where a slow steady song was playing its course, scattered around the floor were the contenders and their partners locked in a slow dance unprofessionally bumping into each other every now and again much to Jaune' disappointment.

Finding a spot dead-center of the ballroom floor, the two leaned in closer to a dance with arms modestly wrapped around her waist and hers just around his neck. She lay her head to rest upon the crook of his shoulder as he took her left hand in his right, up close he could've sworn she smelt of pumpkin spice with a subtle hint of birch oil. In absolute perfect tune to the elegant music they shuffled within a fixed space with professional expertise. He twirled her around, dipping her as he leaned closer to her in an almost lover's embrace whenever the song peaked and each time they would lock eyes both of them turned into lovely shades of pink but never let it disrupt the flow of their dance.

The remainder of the night was a blur to the both of them as they danced it away but alas, all good thing must come to an end.

Mid-dance, Ella looked out to the clock tower just facing the balcony and with a gasp she parted from Jaune. She gave him a look…a look of that told of reluctance, hesitance of not wanting to leave but forced to do so regardless by untold circumstances.

"It's almost midnight Jaune and I…have to leave. I wasn't supposed to be here." She said ashamedly, her eyes fixed to a point in the ground near his cap toed boots.

"I won't pry but…I had fun dancing with you and I hope it was worth the trouble coming here." In understanding, he said as he took her hand in his, holding it closer to himself for reasons he couldn't explain with non-other than 'it seemed right to do so at the moment.'

"I hope to be seeing you soon Jaune," she said as she made for the exit with a shuffle of her feet, courtesy of her formal wear restricting leg movement. With a bounce in her step and a deliberate sway in her gait she approached the exit guards who let her through without issue and left Jaune in the 'stupefied daze of infatuation' like the teenager hoped up on hormones that he was as he admired her backside and the beautiful ink she had of stilettos on her bared-back.

He casually put his hand in his blazer-pocket, more out of habit than anything and as a way to occupy his hands now that they weren't finger-locked with another set. From within, he felt something cold like glass and smooth to the touch as if it were polished; he pulled out the object which he fondly identified as the glass construct from earlier.

With the night truly coming to an end he took off elsewhere in search of the champion who had yet to show herself to the public, in hopes of getting a dance out of her at least and converse some, warrior to warrior, peer-to-peer.

He found her on the upper-most floor of the Trophaeum ball-room, isolated from her fellows as she was almost always surrounded by boisterous dignitaries and rich hicks whom she was unfortunately, courtesy of her Mistralian upbringing and family ties, obliged to tolerate unlike himself.

Word Count: 1,500

Technically Ella isn't an OC -Cinder Ella Tremaine=Cinderella Tremaine . The name stayed true to her inspired fairy tale and color theme that is to say Cinderella's last name is Tremaine for those who don't know or keep up with Disney.

In my head-cannon, Cinder(Cinderella) turned out the way she did because she met Salem(Fairy God-Mother),she changed her last name to Fall as some dramatic ploy after she was promised the powers of Fall; that or it was for the irony.

In this fic she never met her Fairy Grimm-mother and stayed with her abusive stepmother. Since everyone deserves a happy ending,even Cinder, I made it so that she did meet her Prince Charming and left him something(a glass slipper).

Pyrrha's chapter(Plastic Faces,Plastic People) will be uploaded in a few days and then time skip to beacon.