The woman smiled to herself. Weiss is Missing headlines shone news outlets everywhere. Good that meant it worked.

She heard the song of the sad little white bird yearning for freedom. She wished she could see the face of the white bird instead of white nothing. Her song gave her peaceful bliss. What shall the bird sound like once she is free? Even more beautiful.

Perhaps she liked the bird for it reminded her of herself when she could see. Like the bird, the woman yearned to see the blue sky and the broken moon. She wanted to see her sembleance swoop from her back like wings.

She sent Weiss Schnee to a place of magic. What is more loving than to help a fellow bird? A beautiful one even. She despised that beautiful things had to be kept by immoral people. Birds should be kept by those with delicate hands and a pure heart. Ironic she couldn't see a thing.

One night, the woman snuck into the Schnee Manor as an esteemed guest to the Charity Ball. There wasn't a person who wouldn't know her name or her sembleance. Weiss sang her aria. The guest awed to the voice, meanwhile the woman thought of ways to help the bird escape.

I'm the loneliest of them all…

It clicked. Weiss Schnee needed freedom.

The interesting pastel infirmary became as dull as her bedroom as days passed. It was still better than her bedroom of course. Her headache didn't come as often. Flora's medicine was working.

What she learned from the day was that the Schnee sembleance is somehow inferior to their magic. All the years of her training to get a hold of her aura was wasted. Perhaps it was the general system of sembleances that are weaker than magic.

She heard chatter nearby, interrupting her train of thought. "Flora please let me meet, Weiss Schnee!" a shrilly voice said. If Cline were here, it would be easier to tell Flora's friends 'Weiss Schnee isn't entertaining any visitors today'.

Either way visitors will be coming. Even if people may or may not recognize the Schnee name, her first impression will make a great impact. It was like meeting a fan.

Her mouth etched to a practiced smile. She needed a mirror with her right now. Does the smile feel too forced? Is it the right kind of natural? Feeling the corners of her cheek hurt from the force, she tried again with less pressure.

As a Schnee and a cultured person, she refused to have 2 bad impressions in a row. It was completely understandable but Weiss didn't want to repeat any mistakes.

She waited for Flora's friends to walk the her infirmary. This was like the ver rare moments when her sister visited. The week before she woke up in Alfea, Winter promised to help Weiss in her training.

Weiss is fairly good with the rapier but with Winter's help it will be better. Training in a Huntsman Academy will make her skill perfect. Maybe even better than most huntsmen' and huntresses' methods.

A small part of her thought that maybe, *maybe* she would have friends. Winter told her to have standards. She couldn't befriend anyone.

"I can't wait to see!" the same shrilly voice said. Weiss could already tell she wouldn't like whoever Flora's friend is. From the corner of her eye, she saw the tan girl enter the infirmary with a blonde girl who had the skimpiest outfit she's ever seen. The blonde girl reminded Weiss of the sun, overly excited and too chipper.

Weiss smiled sweetly to the girl and Flora. "Weiss, you seem better today than yesterday," Flora said. "Thank you Flora, who is your friend?" she tried to keep it proffesional and polite but she doesn't like the girl already.

"Ooh what is that's a cute accesory where did you buy it?" the girl's face neared hers. Seeing her bright smile was annoying. Upon sensing her disgust, rightfully so, the girl backed away from Weiss.

"I'm Stella, the Princess of Solaria!" she practically shouted. Stella doesn't act like a princess. A princess shouldn't be nosy or wear skimpish clothes. Princesses are demure and perfect, unlike Stella who was loud and all over the place. Weiss is technically an heiress but she fitted the princess category better than Stella.

"Stella, try to keep your voice down we're in an infirmary," Flora reminded Stella in a quieter voice. Weiss arched her eyebrow. "Oh sorry I get a bit nosy at times," Stella laughed it off.

Weiss cringed internally. "You don't look the part,"

Stella puts a hand on her head and her body leaned in to the side, making a pose reminiscent of the models Weiss saw in magazines. She was like Coco Adel. The Adels are fashion royalties in Remnant and they have much better taste than Stella. "Huh? Who says that? I'm also fashion royalty,"

Flora laughed at Stella's joke. Stella looked at Weiss with a puzzled look.

"You don't like the joke? Wow you don't seem like the funny type,"

"*I* said that Stella. A princess doesn't wear like"-Weiss eyed Stella's yellow green crop top and orange skirt-"*that* or act like a clown in the matter, "

Stella dropped her smile to put on a fake frown. "Hmmph, most princesses dress like old ladies anyway!"

"Guys how about not starting a fight?" Flora meekly suggested. Stella glared at Weiss, "She's the one being bossy,"

"I'm not bossy!" Weiss yelled. Thank the gods she didn't have her headache or she would get the worse pain. Stella bended her knees to be on Weiss' level. "Yes dearie you kinda are,"

"Please stop," Flora pleaded while Weiss and Stella were having shouting matches.

"A princess doesn't peak into other people's things!"

"Princesses are boring, you remind me of my grandma!"

"I uphold the Schnee family name with pride while you throw yours away like it was nothing!"

"I just wanna have fun you snob!" Stella's knuckles clenched.

Before Weiss could rise up to her bed, Flora placed a hand on her shoulder. "Guys don't fight with each other, it's not good for Weiss' headaches."

Stella pouted like an obnoxious model in an Atlas magazine. Weiss always thought there was a certain charm about a Schnee that made them slightly better than the average model.

"I'll be nice to Ms. Grandma here but that doesn't mean I'll like her." Stella crossed her arms, facing away from Weiss direction. Weiss didn't really have the luxury of doing the same on a hospital bed.

"For once I agree!" Weiss said. She was used to pretending. As much as she hated to admit it, masks are nescessary to create the ideal Schnee image. Like they say, the more you do something, the more it becomes who you are.

Flora smiled. "Good now you two shake hands."

Weiss immediately puts her hand forward. Stella shook it like it was poison. Not the ideal way Weiss would want someone to percieve the Schnee image.

Author: There will be slow updates. Sorry.