Chapter 7: Letters and Limerence Part 2

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"... and so, it's safe to say we'll be finished with all preparations well under the projected amount. Or so the numbers are telling me." Jaune spoke through a yawn, looking over the parchments before him. The others at the table were just as tired and uninvested as always. Financial reports, especially good ones, weren't nearly as stimulating as the caffeine brewed within their drinks.

"Anyone have anything to say about this before we move on?"

Of course, no-one did. The only time anyone piped up was when something was wrong. If Vale became a utopia today, Jaune figured half of the room would take vows of silence or simply become mute. The Prince scanned the room before moving on. "Cinder Fall."

That snapped quite a few the members out of the morning's mental fog. Cinder perked up and turned to face him. Despite clearly being taken off guard, she still managed to activate her secret technique: confident smile. A less powered version of her confident smirk.

"Yes, your Highness?"

"Torchwick tells me you've not gotten back to him on the matter of the Dust Fireworks presentation. It takes quite a while to ship Dust across continents, so a list of the needed types will be needed sooner rather than later as I'm sure you're aware."

"Has he now? Well, I'll make sure he receives a list by the end of the week."

"Very good," spoke Jaune, checking that topic off the list. Had it been a lesser Advisor or perhaps not so early in the day someone might have made a snide remark on punctuality. Probably better off this way. The Prince moved onto the next item of interest. "Port, can you confirm that your men have learned the marching routine?"

" I can, your Highness. My men are prepared to march in time on into the night if necessary," assured the Head of Military with a confident nod. That was good enough for Jaune. Not to mention Velvet, who frequented near the barracks, could confirm Port had been running his men raw.

"Excellent. Xiao-Long, have you decided on the Tournament participants and materials needed?" It was customary when the Kingdoms of the land gathered a Tournament to be held if for no other reason than to show off. Possibly even remind everyone gathered why a war was a bad idea. Tai had been a great champion of such events in his day and thus, was a perfect pick to organize the one that would be held during the reception.

"For the most part my lord. I've already given my list of materials to Torchwick who assured it was within budget. A few of the noteworthy fighters in our Kingdom have declined to participate, however. We still have a strong roster as it is though." He added that last touch with a bit of haste. Hmm, that's something I'll return to later. Right now it's not very important.

Though before he could, the near-comatose mood became alive with the self-assured voice of Winchester. "I wouldn't worry much about it your Highness. With Thatch in the Tournament, Vale can't lose."

Jaune didn't dispute the claim. Not just because he didn't have the energy but also because Thatch, Winchester's retainer, was quite strong. Most personal retainers were, though. They were something the majority of the nobles and even Advisors took with pride, which of course meant his comment got a rise out of a few present.

"Yes. I'm sure mighty Sir Thatch will save us. Mighty Sir Thatch who couldn't even beat a still wet behind the ears little girl in mock battle," teased Port, chuckling so badly he couldn't take another sip of his coffee. Winchester's expression of good cheer quickly fled and was replaced with a fierce look of hatred. Before he could lash out in response, more voices piped up.

"Quite, Winchester. Best leave your retainer to what he does best. Posturing. My retainer will surely steal the glory." Spoke Count Theo from across the table, stroking his thin sideburns. "Why, I bet your fair friend Ms. Fall could whip Thatch in combat!"

Laughter rang out from of a good portion of those present. It was all the funnier because the jab was probably true. None were ignorant of how Vacuo picked its nobles. Jaune would have indulged in the tomfoolery but he felt doing so might undermine his air of authority. Ozpin, Glynda, and Oobleck didn't change in expression either, simply waiting for everyone to regain their senses.

"Please, don't laugh at Henry. His only crime was possessing pride in his own retainer. Which is hardly a crime at all," spoke Cinder with a voice smooth as Mistral silk. She placed a hand on Winchester's shoulder as well, a gesture which drained the anger from his face so quickly Jaune thought it could be a semblance. "As for me defeating a Valean Knight in combat, no comment."

Her words seemed to put the group at ease once again, leaving Jaune to pick up where he left off. "Okay, then, onto the next order of business. Port, any problems with bandits or raiders as of recently?"

"There are always bandits lying in wait, your Highness. However, we've had no problem with caravans. Nor have we heard any word of pirates near the coast after the last campaign to destroy them. I'd say it's greatly due to our military might!"

"That's comforting to hear. Very comforting. I want to hear of even the slightest disturbance. Not even a head of grain can be stolen. If need be we can add a few more garrisons of troops. I know the main road is relatively safe, yet I still fear for the other routes," spoke Jaune, almost absent-mindedly. There was just so much to check on.

"But of course."

Jaune continued to shuffle papers around, that being the only sound in the otherwise silent room. Well, and the occasional sounds of slurping. "Okay… Oobleck, any word on the potential iron ore mines in the mountains? I believe there was word a few surveyors under you had returned finally."

"This is correct, your Highness! Upon returning the surveyors versed me in all they'd detected within the mountain range."

"What was the consensus?" Jaune asked, despite Velvet already having given him the general scope of what was discovered. That girl was invaluable. So were those future mines.

"Well, if I may speak freely, those hills are full of isotope 197 of element 79, that being a near unreactive metal which is currently considered the heaviest monoisotopic element, as the saying goes," spoke Oobleck in a rush, leaving the room in a befuddled silence.

"So… the hills are full of gold?" Jaune asked with a smile. Oobleck chuckled and palmed his coffee mug.

"Yes, your Highness, those hills are full of gold... or at least the areas explored were. And full of iron, as well."

After having finally realized what the Advisor was getting at, the room exploded in bids on which family would get the rights to mine, despite not even knowing which mountain the Advisor was referring to or even if it was in their respective territories. Whoever got the rights would become very rich, or rather richer than everyone in this room already was.

As usual, Jaune waited for the men to tire themselves out, however, unlike in past cases, this didn't occur quickly. In fact, they only intensified in aggression and indignation. Only those who were not Valean landowners by blood or simply had no men to work those mines in the first place stayed silent, like Cinder Fall and a few others. It was after two minutes of continuous fighting the Prince gave Glynda a look, to which she nodded and withdrew her crop.

"Enough!" The dust mage yelled, slamming her riding crop on the table, releasing a small burst of telekinesis into the air. It was hardly even a taste of the warrior's power, but it was still enough to shake the unprepared nobles into silence. Jaune had been prepared and it still caused him to grit his teeth. A few looked genuinely scared, some simply shaken. Although all of them were finally looking towards the head of the table again.

"Thank you, Glynda. The fact that was necessary is highly disappointing, however. To put the conversation to rest, the matter of the gold will be decided after the wedding. Anyone who brings it up to me will automatically be considered as unfit. Do I make myself clear?"

Once again, resounding silence. "Perfecto. Next order of business…renovations on Beacon Castle." Jaune trailed off and began looking through the piece of paper in his hand, confused. "There are renovations to the interior hallways, throne room, and… ehem, my bedroom. Being overseen by the Adel family craftsmen."

A few chuckles flared up at the mention of his bedroom, knowing full well what that detail meant. Jaune sighed and moved on, avoiding the gaze of his Aunt. "Okay, last order of business before we can adjourn this meeting." Thankfully everyone looked eager to leave. Hopefully, it would mean they wouldn't make too much of a fuss. Not likely. Sigh... here it comes.

"After a review of his current and past achievements in this Kingdom and abroad, Roman Torchwick of Wymondham has been nominated by the Crown to the status of Treasurer/Advisor of Commerce. A role Oobleck has been filling in for while a proper candidate could be chosen. Along with this announcement, Dame Neopolitan of Norfolk has been appointed as an official Valean Ambassador and Messenger. The ceremony for this will be held later today in the Throne Room. Well, it seems that was the final point on the agenda for today. If there are no questions we can lea-"

The small room exploded with questions, concerns, and outright rage in some cases. Jaune groaned and sipped at his lime water, wishing once again for the sweet embrace of the deadly coffee mix. When Ozpin had told him about this, he'd known the response would be quite adverse. Many in this very room, those who lacked the rank of Advisor, had been gunning for that very open position. Others had entreated him to give it to their close friends. Everyone, however, except those closest to Jaune and Cinder who were above such conversations, had concerns about the fact that Torchwick had not a single drop of noble blood in his veins.

"Not just an upstart peasant, but from Wymondham no less! Bah!" Shouted one nobleman in the back.

"And that Dame of his is worst of all. A girl from Norfolk of all the godforsaken places representing Vale?! Why I'd rather die!" Proclaimed another. Jaune looked over at Ozpin, looking for a sign at what to do. It proved fruitless, as the Head Advisor was drinking his coffee and humming as if nothing bad was happening or had ever happened here or in Remnant. The Prince opened his mouth to speak but was cut off.

"Then I'd suggest dying." Peach deadpanned.

The complaining and lamenting were choked out as Jaune's Aunt continued. "If all you lot can do is whine without waiting for an explanation then please keel over or leave. Your Highness, please continue." After no-one said anything in response, Jaune cleared his throat and kept talking. Thank you, Auntie.

"Well, it would seem some explanation is in order. Everyone here has had a front-row seat to all of Torchwick's feats in managing lien for the Kingdom in the past few weeks. Though this is nothing uncommon, as his Clockwork Guild has always clocked in the lowest rates of debt among the other Halls, that being an always positive net rate even within times of hardship. His skills in management would go a great length to bettering the Kingdom's place in Remnant's economy. Something I'd love to point out benefits everyone in this room. As for Neopolitan, she's easily one of the greatest physical fighters ever recorded in our history despite her relatively young age. And we've recently have become aware of the fact she possesses an incredible travel based semblance. With Neopolitan and Qrow, messages should reach their destination twice if not three times as quickly." Though it would seem every messenger we have is either horribly anti-social or a drunkard. "Now, are there any other complaints that aren't related to Roman's bloodline and or place of birth. Any complaints about Neopolitan with the same stipulation?"

No-one spoke up. Some looked as if they'd like to but couldn't seem to get a grasp on their thoughts. Fine by Jaune. "Delightful, it seems we can carry on. That was, in fact, the final order of business, so if no-one in attendance has anything else to discuss, I'd say we're finished for this morning."

Unexpectedly, it was Glynda who cleared her throat, drawing all eyes to herself. "I'd simply like to mention that before I can get together a proper security detail, I'll need the finished plans from Torchwick for each event. Please relay that information for me, Advisor Peach."

Jaune's relative nodded and scribbled something down on a piece of parchment. After waiting another few seconds and no-one spoke up, Jaune stood up from his seat. "Assembly dismissed." Everyone else stood as well and began filling out of the room eventually leaving the Prince and Ozpin alone.

"Well, that didn't go as badly as I assumed it would," Jaune commented after he was sure everyone was gone. Ozpin smiled and finally stood up.

"Give it time. For now, however, well done. I must say, your commanding presence has become quite remarkable. You've become a King in everything but name as of late."

Jaune picked up all the different pieces of papers strewn about and began heading out into the hallway. "It's a difficult task not to become the thing everyone expects of you. To be anything other than a King would require courage I don't have and probably never will."

"Quite the observation." Ozpin followed Jaune out into the hallway, leaning heavily on his cane. The older man's gaze seemed to be drawn to something unseen for a moment before returning to normal. "Well your Highness, I'll be seeing you later today. Correct?"

"Yes. Until then."

Jaune watched his mentor go, letting out a small sigh. There was so much to do. So very much. Despite the short notice he'd manage to write out a proper adoubement for when he appointed Neopolitan to a Messenger of the Kingdom. While it was true a large portion of being one was having a convenient travel based semblance, it was more an acknowledgment of great skill as well. A messenger needed to be able to fight off any manner of Grimm or human, as certain letters simply couldn't be allowed to fall into enemy hands. Not to mention be trusted at the highest level. She'd be the youngest ever. The previous record holder being the former Dame, Raven Branwen.

His thoughts then drifted to Roman Torchwick, who, after this wedding was fully planned and finished, would be joining the daily meetings. The man was smart, ambitious, and most importantly loyal to the Crown. Well, in a roundabout way. I need to converse with him as well at some point.

"Jaune, are you okay?"

The Prince snapped out of his stupor, turning around to see Velvet. Her concern brought a smile to his face. "No. Just thinking."

His servant squinted her eyes at him and after sensing no deceit she smiled along with him. "Well good. I'll need you in a good mood because four representatives of Newcastle including the Duke himself have shown up looking for a conference with you about taxes."

Yay! "Doesn't Peach usually handle this sort of thing?" Jaune asked, already making a quick pace following Velvet to where the nobles were. If it was any other family, he'd possibly put this off but not Newcastle. Not when he needed their support greatly at the moment. The bastards knew it too.

"Yes, she does. But Advisor Peach is quite busy with Torchwick at the moment. Not to mention I made you aware of this meeting already."

Probably when I was hallucinating off my ass. "Well, let's not keep them waiting then."

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Cinder, on the way to her homestead, counted her blessings and good investments one by one as she walked. The main thing to be thankful for today was her friendship with Torchwick, who would soon become quite the powerful ally. Not to mention a popular one. If she played her cards right, the Dust Advisor could play in both the Winchester crowd and whatever future acquaintances Roman would soon have. And Cinder had never lost a game of cards before. Well, she had, but every time was on purpose.

I'll have to set up a dinner with him at some point. Peach as well.

Though thoughts of alliances would be left to the back burner for awhile, as she'd actually have to do her job for the first time in months. Cinder wasn't so proud as to not realize what a godsend Mercury was in freeing up her schedule. The boy might as well have lived in the basement for as long as he experimented with different Dust formulas and theories. Not even mentioning his mechanical mind. However, the Prince needed formulas and exact numbers soon, so she'd dirty her hands with the gray-haired boy for the rest of the morning and afternoon until those boxes were ticked. Possibly even the next day as well.

It was a pleasant surprise that there were no marauding bands of impoverished nobles skirmishing around for favors or alliances. It was still too early in the morning for that it seemed. Or maybe they'd been shooed away. As Cinder walked up to her gated area, she spotted Flora in the garden, taking care of the shrubbery and flowers. Upon seeing her, the servant raced to the fence and allowed the women inside with a relaxed smile.

"A pleasure to see you again so soon, Mistress. I take it the meeting ended sooner than expected," he spoke, locking the gate behind her and moving to open the front door. She didn't respond until after entering the house and breathing in the smell of home.

"Yes, Flora. If you'd be so kind, go rouse Mercury from his slumber and tell him I'll be joining him in the lab today." The servant nodded and rushed off to enact the order. While that happened, Cinder walked up the stairs to her bedroom to find a proper change of clothes. It would not do to ruin a perfectly good dress while working. After searching for something appropriate, she finally settled on a slightly too large t-shirt and a pair of dark colored pants. Dreadful, but functional.

She left the bedroom to head down to the basement but nearly ran into the only green haired girl in the house. Emerald jumped back and would have bumped into the banister if Cinder didn't reach out and grasp her forearm. "Careful."

"Ah...I didn't expect to see you, Cinder. Good morning." Cinder felt a tremor go through the girl before releasing her. The Advisor's niece looked a bit nervous, though Cinder couldn't imagine the reason other than being taken off guard.

"Bonjour, Emerald. Have you slept well?"

"Yes, madam."

How wonderfully formal. Sigh. "I see. I'll be home for the rest of the day helping Mercury with the Dust fireworks for the wedding. I trust you'll be spending your time wisely as well."

The girl nodded in the affirmative and looked like she wanted to say more but hesitated. I truly hope you aren't this obvious to everyone. "Good, I'll be working with Mercury for the foreseeable hours, so you'll know where to find me if need be."

"I see. Do you need me for anything before I go…?"

"No, that's all. What is on your agenda today?" Cinder asked as an afterthought. Unlike Mercury, she was quite a bit more confident in Emerald's decision-making skills and thus was not explicitly aware of where the girl went each day. Not to mention, Cinder was often away so monitoring everything would be impossible anyway.

"Oh. Well, I was invited to tea by Queen Iris with a few other ladies of influential families. Along with Lavender Arc as well. The other girls are being tutored today so I won't get to speak with them. As for Jaune, he's far too busy to see today."

Impressive. Very impressive. It seemed Emerald had been embedding herself into the inner workings of the Kingdom as well. Why Mercury couldn't be this socially able was beyond her. The two were basically siblings. "Well, remember your mother's training and keep your senses."

Emerald nodded again and waited, barely noticeable nervousness present in her features. Sigh. You really are too obvious, Mint Chip. Cinder lifted her hand and rested it on top of the younger girls head in a gentle caress. "I'm proud of you, little one."

The look of shock from the girl was near startling. "Tata…" whispered Emerald in a watery voice, falling back on her native language. Thank goodness she didn't allow any tears to fall, quickly wiping away anything resembling moisture. Though, Cinder noted Emerald didn't attempt to speak again. What she did do, however, was nearly tackle Cinder in a desperate hug. One that Cinder reluctantly and awkwardly returned.

"Okay, okay, no tears." Emerald cried harder. Right. "Now Emerald, I really must be getting to Mercury. I'd rather start early and end early." All of her words went unnoticed, unfortunately. Realizing this would just have to run its course, Cinder tightened her embrace and simply enjoyed the brief and rare affection.

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"I won't put up with it, I swear I will not take this!" Shouted a disgruntled sixteen-year-old, much to the trepidation of the servant girl in his room. "Father has crossed me to an extent I didn't imagine possible and I say now I will not allow it!"

"Master Blu, please calm down. Your father only-"

Berry Newcastle gave his faithful servant a look that was a stirred solution of exasperation, frustration, and rage. The expression alone caused the young Faunus girl to go silent and move her gaze to the floor. She shook like a scared rabbit until gentle arms enveloped her. Berry pulled his servant close to him until the girl was calm again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. But it upsets me you'd side with my father despite what he's done to me... to us." The servant girl shivered in his arms again, though for a different reason this time. "I thought we'd be able to keep this relationship a secret for much longer, I didn't think this would be an issue for a while."

"Y-Your father has been very good to me and my family. This is why I felt the need to defend him," whispered the servant as she snuggled deeper into Blu's embrace. The two lovers stayed like this until they both calmed down. Finally, they broke the hug and sat on the bed together, still holding hands, however.

"My father has done little more than simply treating you like a human being," spoke Berry, a hint of malice in his words. "Though the fact that is a rare occurrence in this damned Kingdom is appalling."

The servant sighed and pressed her lips to Berry's for a small kiss. "Listen Blu, I'm upset as well, but this marriage changes little between us. We were lovers in secret and we'll remain lovers in secret. I was always aware this day would come anyway."

The heir was silent for while. His thoughts indiscernible to even his servant, who could usually see through him perfectly. Berry chuckled a bit and shook his head. "Amazing. I'm just like all those who I have despised. The vast majority of nobleman I have met use their servants for sexual relief in secret as if it's okay. The Faunus women of this Kingdom have no honor."

"But Blu," spoke the servant, "You never forced yourself on me. Nor did you use me for sexual relief. We have loved each other long before anything became physical."

"And yet the results are seemingly the same. I'm not ashamed of you and yet it shall appear as if I am. You are my best friend and yet others will continue to see you as an expendable servant. Eventually, the two of us shall only be able to meet up infrequently, which is then when our relationship will become purely physical." Berry grit is teeth, feeling tears pricking at his eyes just from the thought of it. However, speaking it out loud seemed to make the future events seem inevitable, set in stone. No, I am different from the others. I shall do something outrageous. Berry stood from his bed abruptly and turned around bending down on one knee in front of the pale girl who'd won his heart.

"B-Blu?!"

"Palla Lepus, will you do me the great pleasure… no, the absolute honor of becoming my wife."

"B-Bl-Blu…" whispered Palla, her voice becoming watery and face flushing a bright red. "H-How… w-why…" When she looked at her master's earnest expression, she choked back the sobs to give him a proper answer. "Yes! Yes more than anything!"

The excited girl leaped off the bed and into Berry's awaiting arms, causing them both to fall to the ground in a giggling, gleeful heap on the floor. They also wasted no time whatsoever placing hurried and impassioned kisses on each other. It wasn't until it started to become very heated that Berry pulled away to say more, much to Palla's irritation. "Oh Blu, what is it now?"

"Heh, I know I've been selfish up until now, but I have one final selfish request," began Berry, breathing heavily.

"Anything for you."

"Will you run away with me?"

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Jaune remembered a time when he used to kill time before certain events. Nowadays, however, it seemed time was dead on arrival. After every task, there was a new task to attend to. If there wasn't a new task, then time was allocated to thinking about possible things needing to happen. Take now for example. He was still currently in a meeting, however, he was already thinking about what he'd say at Neopolitan's promotional ceremony to Messenger. Needless to say, the meeting only was getting two-thirds of his focus.

"I must say, Newcastle, you've made a very convincing argument for the Crown to grant you control of the recently converted marsh area, however, I'm sure you understand this decision can't be made at this exact moment. Junior, the Soli family, the Adel family, and quite a few others are propositioning for this land as well."

"I understand quite well, your Highness. However, I feel the time to ask is now. Since my current deeds to help this Kingdom are still fresh in your memory," spoke Newcastle, chuckling a bit to himself. Jaune wanted to shoot him from across the large marble table. Velvet tapped the Prince on the shoulder before he could get too heated from the exchange.

"Your Highness," she spoke softly, in the formal manner she used when in public. "It's nearly time for the ceremony."

Jaune nodded and stood. "Well Newcastle, I'm afraid we'll have to have this conversation later. My presence is needed elsewhere."

The three Newcastle's, including the head of the family himself, groaned but relented. "I see. Well, do consider our words in the coming days. Would tomorrow be appropriate for another appointment?"

Nope fellas, I'm booked up for the next three years!

"Let's try for next week at a similar time," Jaune responded instead. "Now I really must be going." With that, Jaune left the room without even giving a formal send-off. They had tested his patience quite a bit this time around. No time to think of that now. Okay, put on your speech face.

As he and Velvet walked to where the official ceremony was to be held, another servant appeared seemingly from thin air and handed Velvet a bundle of thick cloth, bowed, and left. Velvet turned to Jaune, "Okay, turn around. I'm going to help you put this on."

"What? Why."

The bunny Faunus looked genuinely exasperated at his confusion. "Jaune, you can't just show up in your normal robes. These are the ceremonial ones for Knighting someone. Or in this case, elevating someone's position above Knighthood. Don't you remember?"

Oh yeah.

"Now hurry up and disrobe and I'll get you fitted. We don't have time to return to your quarters," spoke Velvet extremely nonplussed about the entire situation, already grabbing at his clothing.

"Velvet, what the hell?! We're in a hallway, people might see us!" Velvet rolled her eyes at his complaints but stopped her ministrations for a moment.

"Jaune, this hallway is not one that visitors or anyone without clearance can come and go by without permission. All the Advisors who might have clearance are at their personal homesteads at the moment, except for Glynda, Ozpin, and Peach, who have all seen you naked before and don't care. Now hurry up, I won't have you being late." She began taking off his over-shirt and this time he didn't complain much. Jaune didn't care if Velvet saw him undressed, as it was hardly the worst thing she'd seen him do.

"Wait, what about them?" He asked, nodding his head towards the Royal Guards watching him from the wall. The three men kept a focused eye on the floor, seemingly not aware he existed. Velvet clicked her tongue as she continued dressing him.

"Jaune, they see you do everything. Considering it's usually the same people on patrol concerning your safety, I'd reckon they have seen you have sex before. Now stop acting like a princess and help me get you out of your pants."

"What, do princesses get to have dignity and shame then?"

"That's correct. To look upon any part of their exposed flesh with a feeling of passion is a sin. Thus I'd never undress one of your sisters in a hallway. Unless they asked of course," spoke Velvet, nearly done helping Jaune with the heavy purple robes. The Prince blushed a little at the thought.

"In what circumstances would that even occur?" Asked Jaune, despite not really wanting to know the answer. Velvet chuckled and supplied him some hypothetical's.

"Well gosh, their clothes might have caught on fire... or maybe the fabric is far too itchy for their sensitive skin... maybe one of them developed a thing for me-"

"That's enough, thank you Velvet," interrupted Jaune before his thoughts could be corrupted by that image. The final clasp was put in place on the ornate outfit. Quite the Royal look. His servant seemed pleased with her work.

"Excellent and we still have time to spare. Make haste, Jaune," spoke Velvet in a stern voice, getting him to move swiftly again. Or at least as swiftly as one can when wearing a few pounds of heavy clothing. After another two minutes, they were finally outside the door to the Throne Room. A room Jaune barely ever visited or had a reason to visit. Plus it reminded him far too much of his father.

Well, let's get this over with.

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As Neo waited for the Prince to arrive at the Throne Room, she had time to collect her thoughts for a moment. It wasn't the first time she'd been in this room, but it was still quite a spectacle to see. The ceiling was very high and filled with murals of battles, walls were decorated with gold and silver trimming, and mounted on the walls were the weapons of famous Kings and celebrated warriors. A collection that included Jonathan's mighty spear, Astrapios, a weapon which had been wielded by two other Kings prior. However, his blade was not present.

Considering many Messengers of the Valean Kingdom had been the most notable in the Kingdom's history, it only made sense a good portion of the weapons on the wall were also by Messengers of the past. There was a decent chance Sir Branwen's Harbinger would be added one day. Odd to think her weapon, Docile Paroxysm, might be added one day as well.

Just before her mind could wander farther a commotion behind the doors at the front was heard. It's time. Neo looked over to Roman for a moment. He winked and mouthed "you got this." Sometimes she had no idea why she associated with him.

When the Prince and Velvet walked into the room, everyone turned to the door. Neo immediately fell to one knee. She may not have not have been particularly keen on responsibility, or her superiors, or people, but being a Dame had given her at least some bit of reverence for the Royalty. Not to mention, it had not been King Jonathan to Knight her, but rather Jaune himself. She was the first and currently the only person to have been Knighted by him. So she felt a deal closer to him than just obligation.

If only Roman wasn't here to see me now. If he mentions this I'll cut his tongue out.

Neo kept her head down in respect, waiting for his signal. As she waited, Neo was greatly aware of the people in the room. Glynda Goodwitch, Head Advisor Ozpin, Roman, and a few of her Knightly peers. She heard a few hushed whispers and shuffling of feet.

"Raise your head, Neopolitan of Norfolk," spoke Prince Jaune Arc. She followed the command instantly, looking up to see her Majesty staring down at her. He smiled at her, a sword in hand and a crown on his head. She almost swore the bastard winked too. Neo ignored the nervous pit in her stomach.

"It's good to see you again, Neo. Sorry, there aren't as many people here as there should be, but we are on a tight schedule recently." Jaune apologized, raising the glimmering ornate, ceremonial sword. The thought he would apologize to her for anything was amazing, considering where she'd started in life. Funny how things worked out.

Jaune cleared his throat as a signal he'd begin his ceremonial accolade. Everything went silent in the room as if the room were transported to a vacuum. "As of now, thou shan't be governed by desire nor personal advantage nor loved one. For thy will is that of the King and thy actions are by his right hand. Should enemy come against thine person with malicious intent, let it be an attempt on his Highness' life in turn. May God have mercy on the soul of that malicious foe. Move with the haste of the fleeing stag and the speed of speech itself, for thou is my Word."

Neo felt the flat of his blade rest on her right shoulder, left shoulder, and finally at the crown of her head before being removed altogether. "Surge rex magnus nuntius."

The Dame, no, the Messenger stood up and looked her Sovereign deep into the eyes. Jaune reached out with his left hand and touched her right cheek before leaning in and kissing her left cheek tenderly. Him being more than a head taller than her made the move a bit awkward but not much. As soon as the kiss ended, the room filled with clapping. Ozpin walked up to the two of them holding a rich green piece of cloth with the Valean insignia. This one also had twin wings added to the insignia which represented the rank of Messenger.

The Head Advisor handed her the garb, which she accepted graciously. "Congratulations, young lady."

Neo bowed to her senior, wishing so greatly that she could speak of the gratefulness she felt. Despite this being more work…

"Once again, I promise we'll have a proper ceremony and dinner after it isn't so busy around here," spoke Jaune, who looked genuinely sorry about the rush. She motioned with her hand that it was fine. "Even still, you are now my voice, and it wouldn't do well to skim on such things."

"Speaking of 'the rush,'" spoke Ozpin, retrieving three letters from his jacket. "These must be delivered to their respective Kingdoms immediately," he spoke, handing the royal insignia sealed silver envelopes. The Head Advisor then waved his hand and summoned a servant to come forward, carrying three long cylindrical containers, each with straps for convenient carrying. "And these shall help you find the locations, I presume."

She nodded.

"Excellent. Say your farewells to your friend and please make haste. We all expect great things from you," finished Ozpin, who then began to make his way towards the exit, followed by Glynda. The Prince stayed but took a step back as Roman walked up, sporting a smile that belonged to a snake that overdosed on botox.

"Don't take too long, we have work to do, you know."

It was the closest to 'good luck' she'd get from him. She sighed and gave him the thumbs up. Or at least it was what everyone else would think. To the two friends, it was their inside joke for 'up yours.' Afterward, she too headed toward the exit, a smile coming to her face at the sounds of Jaune and Roman speaking together.

We've arrived.

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On days when it would rain in the camp or when Adam was being finicky in bed, Blake would wonder why she hadn't returned home yet. On days where both happened on the same day, she'd occasionally start packing her belongings only to stop and unpack, despite not believing in anything anymore. It wasn't like she couldn't return home. It wasn't like any of them in the camp couldn't return home. They'd left vowing to change things for Faunus by force. Her father, thinking them children just needed to blow off steam, allowed it as well.

He probably thought a few weeks in the wilderness would take the piss out of us. And was he wrong? Everyone was more or less miserable most days, especially when moisture drowned out the bonfires and Grimm nibbled on somebody. As a joke, someone even put up a chart titled "Days without Grimm Attack." The record was 11 days. No-one had died yet, however, so that was a plus. Just mauled pretty good before help arrived. Adam had even got attacked by a wild mountain panther when collecting wood. One of the few funny moments.

To get her mind off the day and the future, Blake decided to run Gambol Shroud's blade over a whetstone. The white noise of metal sharpening was far more stimulating to her than the pattering of rain on the tent. In fact, she'd been doing this practice so often that the blade's edge surpassed razors in sharpness. Her boyfriend saw this as a sign she was dedicated and ready to fight. This was because Adam didn't understand women, was the reasoning Blake had concluded on.

Gosh, I haven't been able to have freshly caught fish in so long. I swear to god if the hunting party brings back wild boar again I'll go on a mass murder.

Speaking of murder, Blake's thought went back to meeting a few weeks ago where Tyrian had outlined the assassination plot. The details were complex and she'd gotten partially lost by the middle of his explanation. That was in part due to the fact it all seemed too crazy to possibly be real. Kill royalty? In the castle itself no less? It didn't seem remotely realistic. And yet, here they were, a guerrilla group slumming it in the woods planning to do something most Kingdoms wouldn't try.

For the first time since leaving home as well, Blake felt like she had a serious moral quandary. Killing Jaune Arc didn't seem right… Adam claimed that Jaune and by extension the Arc bloodline was going to turn on the Faunus as a people as evidenced by his marriage to Weiss Schnee of Atlas. However, by all accounts, Jaune and his predecessors had only tried to help the Faunus… though, she was slightly nervous to voice such concerns to Adam, as he clearly believed in this course of action wholeheartedly.

Though if I cut him off in the bedroom entirely that'd probably get his attention…

"Rubbing out your frustration again?" Asked a soft voice. Blake jerked her head up and looked at the tent flap to see Ilia. Her best friend at the moment. The smaller women stepped inside fully and sat down next to Blake close enough so that their shoulders were touching. I mean, I guess it is cold.

"That wasn't a funny joke... though I guess you could say that. Ad-"

"Let me guess, Adam is being a fuckwad again?" Ilia guessed, a hint of steel underneath the words. It was a little unexpected, though Blake felt like venting, so the anger was appreciated.

"Yeah, that basically sums it up. You know, I usually put up with his bullshit but nowadays I just don't know anymore. His attitude, this new plan… I feel like giving up on him." Blake expected Ilia to take her side, the chameleon always did. Though her female friend took it to the next level.

"You're right Blake. You're soooooo right. You should have dumped his sorry butt ages ago. He always calls you Princess but never treats you with the respect you deserve. All men are like that really. Possessive, buffoons, and liars. Thank god for girls right?" Ranted Ilia, who continuously inched closer, her skin also becoming tinted red.

"Yea- wait what?"

"You know what, you should get back at him! And then we can go back to Menagerie... together," continued Blake's friend, however, at the last part, Ilia seemed a great deal timider. Against her better judgment, Blake egged her friend on.

"Okay then... and how exactly should I get back at him? I'd think leaving for home would be enough." Ilia's grin widened to the point of concern.

"Well, I say you break up with him in front of the whole camp. It'd be super emasculating for him. Then you could find someone better and rub it in his stupid face!"

That actually wasn't such a bad idea, except for that last part. I don't particularly like anyone else-

Ilia cut her thoughts short. "Or you don't have to find someone else so quickly…We could just leave together and head back to Menagerie if there is no-one here you care for like that." Once again, the girl took on a weird tone when she mentioned the word 'together.' Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was, but Blake had a feeling she knew where this road was going.

"Listen, Ilia-"

Blake placed her hand on Ilia's leg and had nearly started to explain she indeed didn't like girls, but the look her friend displayed stopped Blake cold. It was so vulnerable and filled with giddy hope. Not wanting to crush her only friend, she attempted to think of some other roundabout way to tackle this, however, in doing so Blake forgot she'd rested her hand on Ilia's thigh for quite the long period of time. Time which the chameleon took as a signal. Damn my slow thinking.

"Blake, don't tell me…" whispered Ilia, placing a hand on top of Blake's hand and blushing furiously. "You feel the same way I do…"

Dear lord, we've all lost our mind in this godforsaken camp. Blake's thoughts were interrupted as Ilia's face seemed to be getting far too close for comfort. Considering the awkward position she was sitting in and the fact she wasn't hands-free and the fact Blake actually felt this could be a good way to get back at Adam, she was just going to let it happen. She wasn't particularly prudish about affectionate contact and it would probably make her friend happy... so, why not.

Just as the Faunus' lips met, the tent flap was torn open and Adam stormed in, sword in hand and dripping wet from the downpour outside. "Blake, we're having a meeting and your presence is required," spoke the leader, voice devoid of emotion. "You too, Amitola," he mentioned almost as an afterthought. Ilia looked a bit taken aback by his sudden presence, breaking the kiss with Blake and falling backward. Blake, on the other hand, responded in kind.

"Sure thing Adam, I'll be there in a second."

Adam nodded and left. Blake sighed and stood up, sheathing her weapon with great care. The weapon held an edge extremely well, though running it over the sheath could still dull it enough to be annoying. Looking back, Ilia still seemed to still be in shock. "What's wrong?"

"He... he saw us kissing."

"Yeah. And?"

"He didn't say anything though? He didn't even react?!" Exclaimed Ilia, becoming hysterical. It's sad I don't know if she's upset about his lack of reaction to being cucked or being found out in the first place.

"I mean, I mentioned that Adam doesn't understand women before, right?" Asked Blake, putting on a jacket, seeing as it was raining quite hard. "Be a lamb and grab my umbrella for me, will you Ilia." Still in a small haze, the chameleon Faunus stood up and went for the umbrella at the other end of the tent and brought it to Blake.

"Thank you. You coming with? Seems like Adam is calling everyone."

"Uh... sure."

As Blake opened the umbrella and walked out, her friend walked close so as to stay dry. Although, especially after the whole forced kissing thing, it clearly wasn't the only reason Ilia was basically walking arm in arm with her. It didn't take long to enter the "town center" of the makeshift tent village. Basically, everyone was standing outside, looking quite miserable in fact. Although to make the area a bit more tolerable, a few people had gone out and laid large flat stones down to create a patchwork path to navigate when it was raining. The alternative was to clop around in two-inch deep mud.

Adam, Tyrian, and Saw stood in the center ready to address everyone. Tyrian and Saw, as crazy as they were, had umbrellas like everyone else because getting pneumonia out in the forest wasn't a good idea. Adam however, proving himself to be a nut, was standing in just his black jacket with no umbrella in sight. "Brothers and sisters! We've encountered a slight problem with supplies being delivered to our camp from New Eco. So we need two volunteers to go as diplomats and ask why convoys have stopped. It's far, so we'll decide-"

"I'll go!" Blake nearly shouted over the downpour of rain. Everyone turned to look at the Menagerie Princess. This assignment sounded like a god sent. A week or two out of the camp was bound to do the girl some good. It was either that or possibly massacre everyone in a fit of deranged madness. "I'll do it. I'm the Princess of Menagerie and have the support of lots of Faunus, so they'll probably take to me easiest. Also, I'm one of the best fighters here."

Everyone looked back at Adam, to see how he was reacting. He looked conflicted, though that could be the rain distorting his expression from view. After a couple seconds, he spoke again. "Well, I was going to choose Yuma and Puma because of their travel speed, but the merit of sending Blake might add some leeway in negotiations. Excellent thinking, my love."

Ilia seemed to bristle at the "my love" part but Blake ignored her. "Yes, so when should I leave?"

"As soon as possible. Yuma will go with you as well as protection and because of his scouting abilities. Will that be an issue?" Asked Adam to Yuma, who was standing off to the side. The bat Faunus shook his head in the negative. "Perfect. You'll leave today then. Pack anything you'll need."

Finally…

"Understood," spoke Blake in the official voice that Adam loved to hear from those under him. She had started to turn around and leave, but it seemed the meeting wasn't over at the first announcement. Adam requested an audience with a few of those present before dismissing the rest. Blake was tempted to listen, though she was also tempted to get out the rain. Comfort won out in the end and she trudged back to her tent with Ilia so as to pack a few supplies.

"Your Highness," spoke a deep voice from behind. Blake and Ilia turned around to see Yuma a few paces away. His standard expression of disinterest was clear and present, though today the bat Faunus seemed particularly miserable. "I'll be waiting for you at the eastern gate. Please try to be there as soon as possible."

"Agreed. The sooner the better."

He nodded curtly and sauntered off. Yuma had an attitude with nearly every task he was given, whether difficult or elementary. Though he always finished a job no matter what as well. The reason he was gifted much responsibility in the first place. Blake respected him in that sense. Not to mention he was never anything but urbane in nature with her or any of the women of the camp.

"I don't think I trust him," muttered the emotionally conspicuous chameleon. Blake rolled her eyes as the two entered the tent.

"I can't imagine why," hummed the Princess, getting a few items for the departure and putting them away in a small bag, which was then slung over her shoulder and onto her back. Gambol Shroud was looked over once more before being sheathed and fastened to her side. "Hey Ilia, keep your ears open for anything odd you hear? If possible, can you even spy a bit on Tyrian and Adam's meetings."

"Of course. But any particular reason why?"

Blake hesitated. Adam and the other leaders in the camp where quite keen on withholding certain information from the greater portion of the population in the New White Fang. There had only been hints on what they'd be doing in Vale made public. Adam claimed not everyone could be trusted. Which was true but still… Because of this, Blake had a hunch her boyfriend was even withholding information from her as well.

"Something isn't right. I'll give you more information when I get back, but just try to pick up on any info you can find. You're good at that sort of thing," spoke Blake, changing into a pair of black riding boots. Ilia looked a bit conflicted but relented.

"Fine but I expect an explanation later. I don't feel right about spying on our companions."

Blake snorted as she finally finished getting ready. "So you're fine with cucking our leader, but a little spying is out of hand? Inspect your morality little girl."

The jab at her height didn't get past her best friend, who looked positively miffed. Though, any anger formed quickly melted into paste when Blake took Ilia into her arms lovingly. "Stay safe and don't be too reckless."

"Hypocrite…" muttered Ilia, looking up into her friend's eyes. "Leaving the safety of the camp to head to New Eco. Why did you even ask?"

"Call it a need for new scenery. Anyway, I'll see you in two weeks."

And to ruin the moment of friendship, Ilia went in for the kiss again and again Blake rolled with it. Though this time it lasted a few chaste moments before breaking off naturally. Ilia looked to be in ecstasy. Blake hoped she wasn't cringing. Thank goodness dating Adam had given the girl more than enough practice in faking.

After that, she left the tent and began making her way to the eastern exit. It was only she had arrived at the stables did Blake realize she'd forgotten her umbrella. It took one more to realize it wasn't raining anymore. Looking up at the cloudy sky, Blake could even see the sun peaking out.

A horse had already been readied for her by the exit, pre-saddled up and loaded with some supplies. Yuma was waiting by the exit as well, airing out his large wings for the journey. She simply nodded her head to him and mounted the animal, patting the female horse gently. It neighed in affection back and shook slightly. The shimmering black animal was the only purebred in the camp and it was almost always reserved for her use and her use only.

"Okay, Yuma. Let's head out."

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Qrow sidestepped out the way of a devastating punch which connected with an innocent tree, resulting in an explosion of wooden splinters and tinder. This also caused the master Knight to cover his face lest he be blinded by any rouge bit of debris. His opponent tried to capitalize on this, switching stances on a dime and let fly and haymaker right with the intent to end the fight. Sadly, said attacker was intercepted by a boot in the face before she could connect and was flung backwards. However, she managed to correct and somersault, landing on her feet instead of her butt.

"Nice try kid, but you're still too slow and too confident," chuckled Qrow. "Although your recovery wasn't half bad. Almost reminded me of a youn-"

Yang vaulted towards her uncle and was upon him in an instant. The two traded hands for a brief moment. Though as each strike was countered, dodged, or diverted it became clear who was going to win out in the end. Qrow shifted to left, Yang readied her right flank for a hit but was taken by surprise when kicked in the left side by some act of wizardry. Then a right jab connected with her jaw with enough force to bring the dragon to her knees, a massive wave of vertigo washing over her.

"Take it, easy kid. Let's take a break for now. I'm a bit winded."

Yet he's the one still standing.

Yang attempted to stand again, though as spots swarmed her vision, she took a knee again. "Damn Qrow, you really weren't messing around," chuckled the girl, attempting to mask the painful ringing in her head. She didn't want Ruby or Qrow to notice.

She heard her uncle laugh from across the clearing. "Says the one who begged me to take this spar seriously. If you'd had last a bit longer I might have even drawn my weapon." He quieted down not too soon after realizing that Yang was still down. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Shoot. "Yeah, don't mind me," spoke the blonde, standing despite the spots still buzzing around her vision. "Anyway, you think I'm good enough, finally? It won't be long before you have to leave again." Her uncle rubbed his chin in thought, fishing out his flask in the process. After a swing or two, he finally spoke up.

"Yo, brat number two, what do you think?" Asked Qrow, looking at where Ruby was sitting cross-legged on the steps to the cabin, polishing the muzzle of a rifle that was longer than said girl. "Think Yang is ready?"

Ruby placed a finger on her lower lip and squinted her eyes at her sister. "I think she... is!" The older sister smiled at Ruby's decision, which was clearly guided by wanting to please her. Qrow rolled his eyes at the answer.

"I have a feeling you might be biased. Though seeing brat number 2 is the only one here, guess I have no choice but to begrudgingly fold to thy whims."

It took a while for Yang to even process what he'd said. After all these years of waiting. "Wait…are you serious?"

Qrow smiled and shook his head. "Yeah, I'm dead serious. You're more than ready. Glynda won't know what to do with you I'm sure."

"Whoo!" Yang threw her hands up and began to dance around. Of course, she'd know this day would come eventually, but it still barely felt real. She'd finally be a Knight... or at least one in proper training.

"And Ruby's coming too."

"Yayyyy!" Screamed Ruby, clapping and giggling along with her sister. Though after processing what Qrow said, Yang ceased her jubilation for a moment. This was unexpected and not entirely welcome.

"Wait, what?" She asked, turning to Qrow. Her uncle and mentor shrugged.

"Of course she is. Brat two clearly can't leave here on her own. Plus I promised if she was able to shoot a gnat between the eyes from two hundred yards away which I'd at least introduce her to Glynda."

"And you thought I couldn't," teased Ruby, sticking out her tongue at Qrow. While the two began to bicker, Yang stopped to think about this new information. Guess she'd never considered the fact ruby would more than likely have to come, considering no-one else would be around. Her sister was strong but a bit too trusting. Their dad had a homestead in Vale near the castle, so she'd more than likely stay there.

"So, when do we leave?" Asked Yang, slipping off her gauntlets and rejoining the conversation. Qrow stopped his childish back and forth with Ruby for a moment. "As soon as possible. I want you girls already comfortable before the wedding. Not to mention get some dresses tailored."

"Why?" Asked Ruby, who was now putting the massive weapon back together. "We won't need dresses to train with the Guard's, will we? Unless it's a new combat skirt."

The alcoholic rubbed his face in exasperation and swigged down some more brown liquid. "Goodness, raising you girls in the woods was a mistake and a blessing... Let me put it another way. The wedding has a strict dress code and the tomboy act ain't gonna cut it, ya feel?"

"Wait... we get to be a part of the wedding?!"

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The main roads of Vale were very secure when it came to thievery and Grimm. A caravan could get from Vale proper to any of the primary cities and towns without much fear of reprisal. However, the main roads were not always the quickest routes, considering they had been made many years ago before quicker routes were found. Not to mention other towns had been created since then. Thus, new roads, though less protected roads, were formed.

It was one of these quicker routes that Amber and her escort had found themselves breaking camp on for the night. Everyone had, for the most part, settled in for a light sleep before making it to Vale proper in the early morning tomorrow. The only person still sitting by the fire eating was the Maiden herself, still not entirely comfortable with being away from her partners. Guess I'll have to get used to it quickly… At least I'll get to see Master Branwen again once I return to Beacon.

"Maiden Amber, is the food to your liking?"

Amber flinched a bit and nearly dropped the salted beef in her hand at the sound of Sentinel Glenn behind her. In part because before speaking, she hadn't sensed his presence at all. "Oh, Sentinel Glenn! I…" The Maiden made the mistake of turning around and looking the warrior in the eyes, causing her to seize up a little in fear. Not just fear, however. It actually felt like everything that wasn't the piercing silver began to melt away until she'd frozen up entirely and the sensation of free falling took hold of her.

All spatial and temporal sensations gridlocked into a murky limbo of nothingness that could have lasted a second or week for all Amber was aware of. Just when it seemed she'd certainly die, the spell was broken and she was looking at Sentinel Glenn again. The only difference from before was that his eyes were now closed.

"It seems this old power of mine has troubled you, young lady. Forgive me."

That was him not trying?!

Amber coughed into her hand and played off the encounter as if it wasn't the greatest terror she'd been confronted within the last two years. "It's quite alright. I was merely taken off guard is all." Glenn nodded and took a seat beside her, still keeping his eyes closed. She was grateful for that. "I imagine it must be quite the challenge to control such power," spoke Amber, trying to ease the mood between them. To her great surprise, the Sentinel chuckled in a rich and seasoned voice.

"My power is rather benign to the citizens. Only against beings of a different nature does my mere presence do harm. Fortunate, for mine is a power that must always be active."

The Maiden looked closer at the Sentinel, never having had the chance to see him up close. He was old, she knew for certain he was very old, but time happened to be kind in this case. Though the creases of his face were indeed deeper than a ravine, they were few in number. While his skin was weathered to the extent of resembling leather's consistency, each feature was serene like an undisturbed pond. His white hair, which should by all accounts be brittle, instead was thick and layered like otter fur.

Taking in all that he was, Amber decided that if anything could possibly describe Sentinel Glenn, it would be a great tree, one that despite being fossilized continued to grow. Frozen in time and yet moving forward. She broke free from her reverence when he spoke again.

"Speaking of power, how is yours coming along, little lamb?"

Amber would have usually been put off to be referred in such a belittling manner, though, this being made her feel much smaller than a lamb. "I've made great headway. Controlling the weather in the Newcastle's farmland is no problem. Though that is the power's limit."

Glenn stroked his chin, humming a short familiar tone. "Interesting... Lady Maiden, how often would you say travelers frequent this road?"

Confused at the change in topic, it took Amber a few moments to form a proper answer. "Um, well this path is certainly quicker, but more prone to highwaymen and deserters. I suppose a few noteworthy letter carriers use this path to get from Utero to Vale proper and vice versa… why do you ask?"

The Sentinel didn't answer, he didn't have to. Seconds after she finished talking, the sounds of a galloping horse could be heard in the far distance. Whoever it was clearly was in quite the rush, not even slowing as the lone rider rushed towards the camp. Amber reached for the staff that lay beside her, but Glenn placed his hand on her forearm and shook his head. He seemed to think this person would be no threat. Though, the others in the camp had already fled from their tents and readied weapons.

"Halt! In the name of the Valean Military, I say halt!" Shouted Captain Irvin, who'd come out of his tent in long johns a sword and nothing else. The command worked, however, and the rider pulled back on the reigns hard, bringing his steed to a hard stop right as he entered the campfire's light. Immediately, said rider was surrounded by soldiers brandishing weapons. Now in the light, Amber could see that there was, in fact, two riders, and the horse was a lovely shade of brown, which shimmered like gold in the fire's light.

"Hold your fire!" Cried the hooded rider, raising his hands in the air. His passenger did the same. "I be simply passing through is all, Captain."

Irvin scoffed. "I'm sure. Show your face then, travelers. Then I'll decide on what will be done."

The rider hesitated for a moment but eventually grasped the edges of his hood and pulled it down, revealing a head of stark blue hair and a face that belonged to a boy. The rider behind him pulled his hood down as well, revealing a... her. A Faunus girl at that.

"Berry Newcastle?" Asked the Maiden, the question coming out before she could catch it. The boy turned his head to gaze at her, eyes squinting in recognition.

"Do I know you?"

Amber had, in fact, met Berry Newcastle a year ago when she went to Utero, the center of the Newcastle's land, with Yastu to pick up some items. While there, she'd also met with the Duke of Newcastle and said hello to the young heir as well. It seemed he didn't recall the moment as well as she did. "Yes, we've met before briefly. What brings you to this area so late at night, without escort no less?"

The Maiden's eyes flickered to the pale rabbit Faunus on the horse, who refused to look anyone in the eye. Poor thing is shaking like a leaf. Berry was putting up something of a strong front but he seemed anxious as well. Something was clearly wrong with this situation.

"I… I was simply taking a shortcut through this path and planned to get back on the main road. I've been tasked with a few assignments by my father is all."

"At this time of night?" Asked one of Glynda's Knights. Serpico was his name, remembered Amber.

"Er… yes."

"With no escort in sight?" Asked Irvin, who still looked very unamused.

"Correct…"

"In an area where Grimm smite?" Asked one of the military men, continuing the joke. A few of the others snickered a bit.

"Now see here, will you let me pass or not?" Berry finally spoke, becoming indignant at the treatment he was receiving. When Irvin's neutral indifference was replaced by a glare, the boy glared back. The Captain sighed and scratched his chin.

"Listen, we have no grounds to detain you and your private actions are your own. Though I do say this is quite bizarre."

"So... I may go?"

"Tch, I suppose. On your way, young Duke." The boy smiled graciously and nodded, spurring the horse and taking off down the road once more. Within a few moments, he was out of sight completely. With that over, the men of the camp went back to their respective places of rest to salvage whatever fringes of sleep they could before daybreak. Amber thought she heard Irvin mutter something about the kids before returning to his tent.

"Quite the night," commented Sentinel Glenn, staring into the campfire with closed eyes. Whether he was taking of the lone noble boy and his servant, Amber wasn't sure. Despite this, she couldn't help but agree. For some reason or another.


A/N: And that's a wrap! I hope you're slowly putting together how these seemingly separate stories are beginning to coincide with each other. If not, you'll surely see by next chapter. Well, that's all for now. Will Berry escape? What will Blake decide? Does anyone read these A/Ns? Does anyone still read these chapters? Find out next time in Part 3.