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Weiss's head snapped towards the door. The knock had been faint, but the silence of her bedroom had made it audible. She stood up, glad to stretch the soreness from her legs after sitting for so long. She took a few quick strides towards her door and pulled it open. "Yes?" Weiss asked.

A woman with a wrinkled face and a small body stood outside. "Ma'am," she said, "your father would like to see you."

"I see. Tell him that I will be down in a moment," Weiss responded, closing her door without any further words.

She returned to her desk, organizing the numerous papers strewn across it. It was by no means a mess, but it wouldn't have been acceptable to have left it the way it was. When all of her work was in its respective spots, Weiss grasped her white sweater and pulled her arms through the sleeves. She stepped out of the mildly warm comfort of her bedroom and into the chilled hallway. The walls rose high above Weiss, the small windows letting in streams of moonlight. The moon hung in the sky, a near perfect circle watching down on the mansion. Weiss stopped a moment, giving it a long, hard stare.

When Weiss was younger she and her mother would watch the moon and stars almost every night. Her mother would always tell her that somewhere in the world the one she was meant to be with would look upon the same moon. Looking back on it now it had been incredibly childish, but Weiss used to stare at the sky in wonder, fantasizing about who she would come to love. But that was back then, and Weiss couldn't think of such things now.

She continued down the long hallway, her heels clicking loudly against the marble floor. A moment later she was standing in front of two ebony wood doors. Light crept out from the cracks below, and Weiss raised a fist. She rapped twice, before speaking. "Hello Daddy, may I come in?"

"Yes, yes, come in," a voice huffed from the other side.

Pulling the door open, she walked inside her father's study. The man was seated in a black plush chair, his hands resting beneath his bearded chin and supporting his head. His hair was as white as snow, but unlike Weiss it was due to the taxing job of running his corporation, which seemed to age him faster than any normal man. His piercing blue eyes looked up from his paperwork, watching Weiss enter the room. Her body tensed as she stood in front of him at his desk.

He was silent for a few moments before he opened his mouth. "How was your night over your friend's house? Did you work on the project you were assigned?"

Weiss nodded. "Yes, Daddy. We managed to complete the assignment." Weiss's father would never allow her over a friends house, and the only way she could ever get him to agree was by telling him they had to work on a project together. The first day Ruby had forced Weiss to go over her house she had thankfully caught her father in a good mood, or as good as a mood he could be in, and had been able to use the project excuse when she returned home not long after.

"Good," he said, rifling through some papers on his desk and organizing them into neat piles. "You are to be the heir to my company, Weiss. I expect you to get no less than a 100. I cannot have you tarnishing our company name in any way, shape, or form."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Now, that girl you worked on the project with. Ruby Rose, I believe? I have had my people do a few extra background checks on her, and I do not know if I am entirely comfortable with you being around her," Weiss's father droned on, "Yes, she does have stellar grades, but her home life is less than desirable."

"I can assure you Daddy that her home life is fine," Weiss spoke. A frown tried to creep its way onto her face, but she held it back. While she may not like Ruby herself, Weiss wasn't going to lead her father to believe that Ruby had a bad home life, otherwise it would be harder to convince him to let her to go over the redhead's house for whenever she planned to blackmail Weiss in the future.

"Don't you argue with me, Weiss. I certainly know more about her now than you. Living with just her sister does not seem to be the most desirable state of living." Placing the papers he was organizing down, Weiss's father leaned back in his chair. "But what can I say for sure? Online research is only so accurate. You never know what could be hidden behind the scenes. Nevertheless, I urge you to not get too attached to this Ruby."

Weiss's eyes dropped to the floor. "I promise you that I will not get attached. The only reason I had to spend time around her was to work on the project that was assigned."

"Good, good," Weiss's father murmured. He turned in his chair, a long, drawn out creaking filling the room. "So, how are things at school?"

"Same as always. I have the top grades in my class and I seem to be well-liked around the school," Weiss recited perfectly. It was exactly what he wanted to hear. Any less and he'd surely be upset.

"And how about that Cardin boy? Has he asked you out yet?"

It took all of Weiss's willpower to not snap right then and there. Her father always brought up Cardin Winchester. She figured her father would finally realize that she had no intentions of ever dating him, but that man only ever considered what he wanted. He would never come to terms with it. "No, Daddy," Weiss replied.

"That boy needs to work up some courage! How he could hold back from such a beautiful girl is beyond me!" her father exclaimed exuberantly.

It's also beyond you that he already has asked me out, and that I politely declined his offer, Weiss thought, but it's not like you'd ever accept that as a response. Weiss glanced at the elegant grandfather clock that sat nestled in the corner of her father's study. It was getting late, and Weiss wished to wrap up the strained conversation.

It was as if her father read her mind, or as if he was thinking the same thing, because he announced, "As you can see, Weiss, it is getting late. You should return to your room and continue with your studies." With that her father once again delved back into his paperwork, folders and papers rustling with a flurry of movements.

"Yes, Daddy. Have a good night." Weiss slipped through the doors after her father gave no response. The blast of cold air from the hallways made Weiss shiver. She pulled her sweater tighter around her body and made her way towards her bedroom.

Her father did the same thing nearly every night. He would call her to his study and attempt to stimulate a conversation, but in the end he would always return to Weiss's grades and her romantic life. Cardin was a favorite of her father's, and he made a point to suggest Weiss should date him every conversation despite knowing that Weiss would never be able to love him. Weiss clenched her fists, the actions of her father making her blood boil. She wanted to argue with him, yell at him, remind him that she wasn't perfect, but she couldn't.

Once again Weiss found her hand going to brush over the thin scar that ran across her left eye. It was another one of her flaws, and one that her father chose to ignore, acting as if it didn't mar her face. Fellow students eyes would always linger on it a split second when they thought Weiss wasn't looking. There were always people making rumors on how she had received it, which were all sheer ridiculousness in Weiss's opinion. Whenever someone would build up the courage to ask about it she would respond she had had a nasty fall, and that would be the end of their questions.

No one ever asked how she fell, though. Weiss could tell that people didn't want to push their luck. Nobody wanted to offend the heiress to a multi-million dollar company, but Weiss wanted them to ask more. She wanted someone to tell about her flight down the stairs, and someone to tell about how it wasn't her own carelessness, or how perhaps it was. She let her feelings slip, and her father let her slip down the stairs. On purpose.

Weiss stood outside the door to her bedroom, her hand hanging in the air beside the doorknob. It was trembling. Taking a deep breathe to calm her nerves, Weiss opened the door and walked inside her room. With no one to talk to about the incident Weiss had trouble recalling it without being shaken.

She glanced towards the pile of books and papers on her desk, but decided against returning to her studies. Grabbing her desk chair, Weiss pulled it over towards her window. The shade hanging down was nearly translucent as the moonlight streamed through it, and pushing it to the side, Weiss opened her window and breathed in the night air. The open window let in the cool night air, releasing the warmth of Weiss's room from its confines. Spring was just beginning, and while the air was still crisp at night the snow had long since melted. It was refreshing for Weiss, and many nights she spent gazing at the stars like she used to.

The moon and stars hung in the air over the large Schnee estate. The grounds were faintly illuminated with their soft glow, and the entire world seemed to be asleep. She leaned down onto the window sill and stared up at the moon. It was moments like these that Weiss understood her mother's obsession with the night world.

Weiss sucked in a breath, her thoughts returning to her argument between her and her father. It had happened only two years ago, but to Weiss it felt as if it had been even longer. She referred to it many times in her head as the argument, the incident, or the time where she had uttered the words that had sent her father into a blind rage. She had told him she was gay.

Her father's jaw had clenched, and he had narrowed his eyes, looking at Weiss with disgust. He had grabbed her, screaming at her for being disgusting and ruining his name. He had told her that it wasn't acceptable, that she wasn't allowed to be gay. Weiss had tried to tell him that it wasn't her choice, and that it had been how she was born, but he didn't listen. Weiss had felt herself getting nearer to the stairs as her dad grabbed her, and when he went to grab her one more time he must've used too much force, because Weiss had found herself tumbling down the stairs.

She had awoken later in her bed, her father no where to be found, and a nurse of some sort by her side. Weiss's head was swollen, bandages running around it, and also covering her left eye. When she had fallen she had struck the sharp corner of the railing, which had sliced a deep line in her skin. It was a miracle, the nurse had said, as she had just barely avoided being blinded in her eye. The nurse had told Weiss to be more careful around the stairs, as she didn't want to trip and fall again. The nurse made no mention of the argument between the two. Weiss's father never brought up Weiss's sexuality again, and neither did Weiss.

Since that day Weiss's father was colder than he had ever been. They rarely talked outside of the times when he called Weiss to his study and the few times he showed up for breakfast. Her father also had decided that Weiss was not allowed to spend any time with friends after school. He had said that it was for her to focus on her studies, but Weiss knew what it was really for. Her father didn't want her to spend any time with girls her age, because he thought it would make her normal like he wanted.

Weiss couldn't tell him that she wasn't a perfect person, and she couldn't tell him that her homosexuality wouldn't just go away. Weiss had seen her father's true colors the day she had come out to him. The father she had loved and respected was no longer there for her, and in his place was a man Weiss was terrified of. A man who controlled every aspect of her life with an iron fist.

Weiss squeezed her eyes shut, shivering, but not from the cold. Slowly, she opened them, returning to watching the orb in the sky. Weiss felt a twinge in her chest. Her father would never let her be with who she'd want to be with. For the rest of her life, Weiss would be oppressed by her father, and stuck with some handsome young man whom he could control like a puppet. Life didn't work out like it did in fairy tales, but Weiss couldn't help but dream that there was someone out there for her.

A/N:

It's been confirmed

Weiss is a homo

Okay, in all seriousness though, sorry for the meh of a chapter. I just really wanted to get it out of the way, and I really tried to get it out earlier, but along with me being really lazy a lot of things came up. At one point I even had it finished for like a week before I realized I should probably message my fantastic editor about it.

Speaking of my fantastic editor, Pozsich is seriously an amazing person. He puts up with a lot of my antics, and I'm running out of ways to thank him for all he does! I highly recommend you go check out his fanfic A Darker Nightmare. Seriously, go and read it now. GO YOU FOOLS, FINISH READING MY A/N AFTER YOU READ HIS FANFIC! GO!

Read it? Okay, good.

I have to say right now that I love all of you people who've favorited, followed, reviewed, or even read my fanfic and if I could go to each of your houses I'd give all of you hugs. Well, all of you except for A-rav.

I'd also like to give a shout out to my buddy A-rav. While most of the time we're at each other's throats, he's pretty cool. Check out his fluffy White Rose story called Icy Rose: A RWBY AU, or his other story A Tale of Two Hearts, which is currently causing me pain.

Plus, if some how you haven't read these masterpieces of White Rose fanfics, check out Elfen's Vale series! I caught up on Melting Vale the other day, and ho ho ho it's a good one.

So that's pretty much it for this month, but have no fear! I'm going to attempt something I've never done before... an update within a week!

*crickets*

Calm down guys, don't get too crazy. We'll see how that goes.

Have a great day/night everyone, and thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed it :)

-LazyKatze