He hoped today would be the day someone deliver good news. Great news. He hoped today would be the day countless of lives will be avenged. Their souls will be finally in peace. He hoped today would be the day that will be marked in history forever. The day men, woman, and children will no longer live in fear. The day everyone would finally look at tomorrow and see light. He hoped today would be the day they've finally won the century long battle. Hope is a dangerous thing.

Ozma rubbed his eyes together with one hand as fury began to rise up within his body. Eyes scrunched, teeth gritted, and toes curled up inside his boots.

He expected he would scream. Shout. Anything to let out his anger. But nothing came, and only the faint crackling fire from the torches that lit up the large throne room could be heard.

"How many?"

He silently gulped his throat before replying. "All of them, my king."

Ozma took in a deep breath and let it all out through his nose. His hand stopped rubbing his eyes, curling up to make a fist and moved it down to rest his lips on the knuckle of his index finger. Ozma's jaw clenched as he took in the information and tried to think up of another plan but all of them will undoubtedly fail. There was now only one thing he could think of. One last thing that could turn the tides. His ace up his sleeve, an ace he tried his best not to use. But there was no other choice. He needed to send out the only thing he truly loved in this world.

"Your majesty?"

Ozma snapped out of his thoughts and looked at him.

"What do we do now?"

He straightened his back and planted his hand back to the armrest of his throne. A determined look cast over his face, and yet he hesitated to finally said those three words. Three words he hoped he would never say in his life.

"Bring him in."


Oscar ran as fast as he could. His legs hurt, his breaths were shallow and ragged, bullets of sweat dripped from his brow, and the townsfolk were reasonably confused and concerned about why a boy was running like his life depended on it at six in the morning. But all of that didn't matter. This was probably the most important and groundbreaking message he needed to deliver in all of his life. History was going to be made, and it will change Remnant forever.

After almost an hour of running, he finally arrived at the Red Empress' palace. The sight of the grand white building, its tall walls that surrounded the whole structure, and the gold gates. He'd been traveling for three days now, and he could almost taste the feeling of satisfaction and the sigh of relief. He ran towards the entrance, but something blocked him from his path—in the form of two guards guarding the gate whose clothes were all red and were fully covered with golden armor from head to toe. They effortlessly held his shoulders, keeping him from entering.

"I'm a messenger! Let me through!" he shouted with all the strength he could master on the back of his throat, and the guards weaken their hold on him. "I need… to see him!"

The guards looked at each other and instantly knew who he was talking about, in this day and age, who wouldn't. His name was known all over Remnant—from the barren desserts and beautiful oases of Vacuo, to the luxurious cities in Atlas, and even the small island of Menagerie, everyone knew his name.

Oscar backed away from them, and they released their grip. He placed his hands on his knees and hung his upper body down from exhaustion.

"I… have… an urgent message… from… the King of Vale." He craned his neck up. "He wants to summon him."


The low tapping sound of shoes on marble and metallic clinking sounds of his sheathed sword echoed throughout the large castle halls.

Clad in primarily white, he certainly looked seraphic as the sun's rays lit over him like a divine saint. His dress shoes gleamed, and the golden accents of his suit shimmered. He neatly fixed his high collar that ran up to the bottom of his ears and the single button made from a sapphire gem that highlighted his eyes and fastened his cape that ran down to his ankles. With a white exterior and golden interior, the cape made him look more like an angel.

He has arrived. The man who finally brought light upon this dark world. The man whose look befitted his title. The White Knight.

His presence felt comforting yet intimidating at the same time as he came closed his distance towards the large, fifteen-foot tall throne room door. The green door with silver accents he had walked in and out thousands upon thousands of times. Like everything else in the castle, it stayed the same. After fifteen years of living inside and seven more in the outside world, the look, feel, and atmosphere didn't change. Beautiful but empty, grand yet small, complicated yet simple. Like him. The man he hated with all of his heart yet still loved him nonetheless.

The two doors opened, and he stepped in confidently. The low tapping sounds of his shoes muted when they came in contact with the long, green carpet that led to him.

A stern, sharp look cast over his face as he walked towards his throne with his head a bit down. Even after years and years of almost seeing death itself, he was still afraid of looking him straight in the eye.

He stopped a foot away from the stairway that leads to his throne and gently kneeled down on his right knee.

"You have summoned me, grandfather," his deep voice echoed throughout the large room, a voice that can either gave comfort or strike fear to the listener's heart.

After nearly five years, Ozma had finally seen him. He got up from his throne, and without taking his eyes away from him, he slowly made his way down towards the shining knight. His footsteps echoed throughout the large hall, where only he and his grandfather were present.

Tears almost brought up in his eyes. He resembled her so much-blond hair as light as the sun, eyes as blue as the deep ocean, and skin as white as snow. And a face that brought up pleasant and horrible memories.

"Stand up," he softly said.

The White Knight followed his command and kept his eyes on the floor for a moment before finally making eye contact with him. His dark brown hair was grey now, and there were a few wrinkles on his forehead and the sides of his eyes.

"You look great," he continued. "I've seen you've cut your hair. I guess longer hair is getting out of fashion-"

"The mission," he cut him. "I heard it was urgent, can we please talk about the mission."

His eyes softened, and he pressed his lips together as he nodded faintly. "Alright." He hung his head down a bit-and lingered there for a moment-before he clasped his hands behind him and walked back up to his throne.

"As you know, the four Grimm Maidens have become more and more powerful recently," he started. "They took the lives of all the twelve thousand soldiers I sent who were the best of the best in the kingdom with ease."

He sat down, and a moment of silence passed before he continued.

"So, I have no other choice, but ask for your help to end their reign of terror once and for all."

Jaune quietly let out a sigh through his nose. Finally, after years and years of training, honing everything he had learned to absolute perfection, the one thing he wanted the most in his life has been gifted to him. All of the blood, sweat, and tears that came with it has been finally paid off. On the outside, he looked stoic and stern, but inside, tears of joy were forming up in his eyes.

He quickly shook away his personal feelings and kneeled down again.

"Consider it done."


Jaune kept a calm mind as he waited for her at the front yard of the palace. Well, it wasn't exactly calm. Yes, he wasn't scared, but adrenaline was still pumping in his veins. History was going to be made, after all. It was a prideful statement, but at least it was better than thinking of negative things. Bad emotions would only make them stronger, and he would be playing their game rather than the other way around.

Now fully clad in his signature white armor and cape, and his greatsword sheathed on his back, the White Knight was ready for battle. Now all he needed to do was to wait for her. Jaune wasn't the big fan of using magic, but in times like these, it was necessary.

He drew out his sword and let the moonlight shine its blade. Blood will run down it soon-blood from a great evil that has plagued the world for hundreds of years.

Jaune heard the front opening, and he quickly sheathed his sword. But when he turned around to see who it was, it wasn't the person he was expecting, but still gladly welcomed. She's not the type of person who uses doors anyway.

"Got everything ready?" she asked softly.

He was a bit surprised that she was clad in her thin nightdress—in something vulnerable. He decided to ignore it.

A worried look cast over her face as she walked over towards him. She always made it before he went into missions. Even though almost all of the Remnant considered him as the most powerful warrior in history, and she had seen how powerful he was in person. She always worries. It always amused him, but he understood. He was her knight, yes, but they both knew she sees him more than that. And he was facing something powerful this time—not a Leviathan, not a Wyvern, not even a Whale, but an actual Grimm Maiden. Not to mention that there were three more after he's done with the first one.

"Yes," he replied, and she stopped a foot away from him with her head facing the ground a bit.

She closed her green eyes and let out a deep sigh. Jaune was about to place his hand on her shoulder, telling her everything will be okay, but she suddenly took a step and lovingly wrapped her arms around him. She snuggled her face on his neck, and the top of her head gently brushed the tip of his nose—her red hair tickling it a little. Jaune wrapped his arms around her and gently placed the side of his face on her head.

"Promise me you'll come back," she whispered.

"I promise."

They lingered there for a moment. A cold night breeze brushed them, and Jaune could feel her shiver faintly. With that thin nightdress of hers, it was bound to happen at some point. He activated his Semblance and amplified hers a bit to keep her warm—lighting up the front yard a bit.

Pyrrha almost jumped when his soul was suddenly touching hers. Her eyes widened, her heart flutter, her stomach flipped. But the shock expression of her face, the fast thumping of her heart soon softened as her body began to calm down from his touch. As always, it felt good. Heavenly, in fact. The sensation never grows old or feel repetitive. And she still couldn't put the feeling into words three years later. Even the word heavenly she thought earlier isn't the best nor most accurate word to describe it. No matter how many times she felt it, the sensation still feels foreign. Alien. Unique. Maybe that's the best word to describe it. Unique. Something out of this word.

"Oh, am I interrupting something?" said a voice to their right side.

The Knight and the Empress quickly released their grasps from each other like two young love birds who just got caught and came back to their senses. The two turned to them and was greeted by a familiar face. Clad in a white undershirt, a loosely tied short brown cape that ran down to her hips, which was also parted towards her right a bit. A brown witch's hat, a brown pleated skirt that ran down to the middle of her thighs, and a pair of cuffed leather boots that ran up to her knees. And who wielded a wooden staff that was a foot taller than her was no other than the most powerful sorceress in Remnant.

"Velvet!" Pyrrha exclaimed quiet enough that only the three of them could hear her.

Velvet wore a playful smile and raised an eyebrow. Pyrrha immediately wanted to tell her that it was not what she thought it was but failed to come up with the explanation.

"It's okay, you don't need to explain it to me," she said. Of course she didn't need to. With that magical eyes of hers, she could know almost anything.

"Hang on, wait," said Jaune with an arm reached out. "I thought Lady Glynda was the one who's supposed to send me there."

"Oh, she didn't enough mana to teleport here," explained Velvet. "So, that's why she sent me," she continued with a pearly white smile and held a peace sign near the side of her face.

"Right," he deadpanned, but Jaune didn't have any negative emotions towards Velvet. Well, how could he? They've been partners since the beginning and were basically siblings-in-arms. He trusted her with his life, and she as well. But with that being said, he honestly wanted her matured and pampered teacher to take him there. Velvet's personality is… well… let's just say out of place in most situations she is in.

"Also, why am I not part of the mission?" she complained. "I'm the most powerful sorceress in Remnant, and your grandfather didn't even think of me? How rude of him!" She ended her rant with her arms folded and head looking up to the side with her lips pouted.

Jane didn't want to admit it, but she had a good point. With the two of them, they could easily overpower the Grimm Maidens. Hypothetically. But who knows? Maybe there some other things that are in his mind.

"He probably didn't send you because you still need to protect the kingdoms. Without one of you two looking over us, it would be pretty bad," the Empress countered with an even better point.

Velvet put a finger to her chin and looked to her top right with her eyes. "Hmm… that is true."

Jaune's adrenaline was wearing out. Another reason why he didn't want her to take him there.

"Look, can you please just take me there now."

"Right, right." She clapped her hands twice and, finally, a portal in the shape of a door with an arc and was entirely made out of nothing but white light and blue edges appeared out of thin air to her left side. Velvet bowed down a bit and gestured her left arm to the portal like a maid. "I bid you farewell, White Knight."

Jaune stared at it for a moment and took a deep breath before letting it all out through his nose. He slowly turned to his Empress and blue eyes locked with green before his eyes went down to her pale hand. He gently took it and closed his eyes before bringing it up and placed a soft kiss. His eyes opened and turned back to her.

"I'll come back, I promise," he whispered and let go.

"Ooh! Empress, can I give him a kiss as well?"

Blue and green eyes went wide and turned to her.

"What?" Jaune said. Pyrrha kept quiet.

"A good luck kiss," she explained. "Trust me, you need all of the luck you can get. And the most powerful sorceress will gladly give you tons of it. If you and your Empress will accept it, that is."

Jaune opened his mouth to decline her offer-

"You may," said Pyrrha.

Jaune blinked and turned to her. "What?"

"You may, Velvet," she repeated.

His mouth opened and closed as his mind tried to think up of something to say. And before he knew it, arms wrapped around his neck, and the soft lips of the legendary sorceress was placed on his right cheek. His pupils dilated, and his heart dropped, not because she kissed him, but because of the sudden and foreign sensation, he just felt moments after her lips touched his cheek.

Her lips departed, and she moved her mouth close to his ear. "Come back for me too," she whispered and quickly unwrapped her arms. She clasped her hands behind her back and moved a few steps away, so he had space to walk to her portal, with a cheerful smile on her face.

Jaune didn't say anything and made his way towards the portal. He stopped an inch away from it and looked back at them. Pyrrha wore a soft smile with her fingers wrapped around together and placed over her hip. Velvet wore a toothy one and lifted her arms up to give him two thumbs-ups.

A smile of his own curled on his lips. He nodded wordlessly and entered the portal. His body disappeared into the light, and when there was no sight of him anywhere, the portal flared up before vanishing into thin air. The darkness of the night took over them with only the light of the shattered moonlighting them.

Silence fell. Velvet placed with her fingers and Pyrrha stood still with her eyes closed. Velvet wanted to break the awkward silence and began to whistle a melodic tune. Her song stopped when Pyrrha abruptly elbowed her ribs hard enough that it caused her Aura to flare up. It didn't hurt her, of course, and she bit her lip to contain her laughter. Pyrrha turned around and started to head back inside her palace as graceful as she could. The pacing of her footsteps to the position of her back could only be described as perfect decorum.

"Well someone's jealous," muttered Velvet.

"I'm not jealous," replied Pyrrha.

"Sure," Velvet lazily spun her body around and headed towards the palace as well. "And Jaune's eyes are not blue."


Author's note:

Whoa, hey, wow, that took too long. Sorry, was busy making RWBY memes, and I'm planning to make even more.

Anyways, thank you for reading the introduction. I'm trying something different other than lemon one-shots and making myself more versatile—and I hope I'm good enough to take you in. The fic basically a monster of the week kind of thing. It's also my first time doing a fantasy setting, so don't expect high-quality stuff. And I also don't read a lot of fantasy books or novels, so, yeah.

The pacing will be very different from my previous works, meaning it's quick and fast, so the chapters won't contain over ten thousand words. The majority of this fic will be fighting and, well, lemon, so if you like those kinds of stuff, stick in for the ride.

As always, don't forget to leave a review of your thoughts or criticisms. I really enjoy reading them, positive or not.

Also, the reason I chose Velvet to have the role of a sorceress was that she was the first girl that came into my mind when I wanted to apply one into this fic, and I just went with it. Also, second, Jaune and Velvet don't have an intimate relationship. They're just really, really close friends.

Or are they?

[Vsauce intensifies]