Jaune stood in the dimly-illuminated room alone; contemplating what had led him here. By all accounts it was the finest prison he'd ever witnessed, with no bars confining him nor any armed guards preventing his escape. Like any other ordinary room there was normal furniture including a bed, desk, and shelf filled with books. The only thing which made him actually feel like a prisoner in this place was the fact that both of his hands were bound together in front of him. He tugged on his restraints to test them out, finding that even a warrior of his prowess would be unable to break free of his bonds.
With a sigh he approached the curtained-off window, reaching up to move the heavy material slightly to the side. It was still daytime, and the sudden appearance of sunlight made him wince after being sheltered by the blackout curtains for so long. He didn't know how long he'd been here nor how long he would need to wait to learn his fate. The waiting would end up killing him far sooner than the war ever could.
Suddenly a door opened, and the sight of someone as wonderful as she was intimidating stepped through. Her stature was short, but her reputation was enormous. She wore a neat white jacket which buttoned up tightly over a black collared shirt. A short white skirt clung to her waist above black leggings, which ended in white high-heeled shoes that clicked on the hardwood floor as she moved. What gave the woman the true air of regality, however, was the white high-collared cape and military officer's cap with a glossy black brim which sat neatly atop her snow-white hair.
With piercing blue eyes and a scar that ran down the left side of her face, his captor closed the door behind her before regarding him with curiosity. This was the leader of the opposing army. The only opponent who had bested him on the field of battle to this day. A wielder of fierce and freezing ice magic and a master swordswoman whose elegant rapier rested on her left hip.
General M. Weisson had come to visit her prisoner personally, and Jaune shuddered under her cold gaze as she slowly approached the man with her hands behind her back.
"My apologies for keeping you waiting," she offered coolly as she neared him. "How are you feeling? Are you well?"
Jaune's eyes narrowed in suspicion from the sudden show of concern from his foe. "I'm fine," he replied tersely. He raised his bound hands, showing them to the young woman. "I'd be better if I didn't have these though."
Weiss breathed a soft laugh, though there was anything but amusement behind it. "A necessary precaution, I assure you," she told him. "I would be foolish to have a man such as yourself free to run amok in my headquarters, would I not?"
Indeed she would be. Had he been free he would make every effort to spoil the plans of the Empire's most famous and notorious General. Even if he died in the process, Jaune would fight for the Freedom Coalition to his last breath, and if he could do substantial damage to Weiss' operation then he would gladly give his life for that.
"Tell me, did my guards harm you at all?" she asked as she removed her rapier from her side, resting it gently atop the table.
Jaune's body shook with light mirth, and just like Weiss it lacked any trace of humor in it. "Would you care if they did?"
The question perked Weiss' head up, and she glanced in his direction. Her gloves came off next, and she folded them neatly before placing them on the table next to her sword. "But of course," she answered immediately. "I would have all of their heads if they dared to lay their hands on you before I could."
The ruthless reputation of the General was widely known throughout the land. The thought of her executing her own subordinates for mistreating him didn't surprise the young man, only because he knew that she would want to mistreat him personally. He wondered just what sort of torture she planned on using to make him talk. Regardless of what it was, however, he would never give up his comrades in arms. She may break his body but she would never break his spirit.
"How thoughtful," he muttered in disgust. "What a kind and caring tyrant you are."
Weiss laughed once more, this time far more genuinely. She removed her cape, hanging it over the back of the chair. "You jest, but I can assure you my kindness and brutality are two sides of the same coin. I administer harsh justice to those who deserve it, just as I willingly give generous rewards to those who have earned them. I'm not at all the cruel and coldhearted woman that your allies would have you believe I am. I too possess the warm and delicate heart of a maiden underneath this uniform."
Jaune snorted dismissively. "Tell that to the hundreds of people who died on the battlefield today."
Weiss reached across the table to where a tall and dark-colored bottle sat, as well as a pair of glasses. With the twist of a cap she opened the drink. "Rebels and traitors," she spat dismissively. "All of whom deserved their fate."
Jaune raised his hands to show off his bonds. "And I didn't?" he wondered. "Why was I captured when all of my comrades were left to die and rot on the field? Why do I live when they all died at the hands of your Execution Squads' post-battle cleanup?"
She laughed. Of all the responses she could have given, her light, musical laugher was perhaps the worst. Even as she poured the dark red liquid into the pair of glasses she laughed, as if the idea of her men brutally finishing off the wounded soldiers of the rebellion was some sick and twisted joke.
"You think that's funny?" he snarled as her back was turned to him. He was tempted to go over there and take her down himself even while his hands were tied together. It may not have ended well, but for those few seconds it would at least feel good.
Weiss turned back around, the pair of filled glasses in both her hands. "I think it's hilarious," she answered, causing Jaune's blood to boil all the more. "That you would even put yourself in the same category as those peasants. Those worthless and filthy rebels. No, Jaune. You are nothing like them. You're special." She held up the glass in her left hand, extending it out a few inches toward him. "Would you care for a drink?"
Blue eyes narrowed darkly on the offering. "Why? Is it poison or truth serum?" He didn't trust her much more than he could throw her, though with their size differences he knew he could actually toss her through the air quite a bit.
Weiss smiled at him, and if she hadn't been the ruthless military leader she was, it would have actually been disarming. "Neither, I assure you," she said, raising the glass to her lips and taking a delicate sip. "As you can see I'm neither poisoned nor compromised. It's just a simple drink. Nothing more, nothing less."
Seeing how she was unharmed by the liquid, Jaune tentatively reached out and accepted the glass in his fingers. Raising it to his nose he sniffed it, and its fruity aroma made his mouth water. He took a small sip, and he had to admit the wine tasted delicious.
"See? I'm not all bad," she cooed as she watched him accept her gift. She took a sip from her own glass. If he hadn't been her prisoner this might have actually been a pleasant scene of two friends enjoying a drink together.
"Just mostly," he sniped. Graciously offering a drink or not, Weiss was still a cunning and brutal General who was responsible for the mountain of skulls on which her icy throne sat upon. "I remember the first time I saw you. It was almost a year ago now."
"Do you?" she wondered genuinely. "I'm honored to have made such a lasting impression on you."
Jaune's mind went back in time to almost a year ago. A time when he'd been relatively new to the rebellion. A soldier who hadn't witnessed the true horror and cruelty of war yet. "It was during the Mountain Glenn campaign," he said, remembering the time as if it was only yesterday. "That was the first time I got to see your brutality firsthand."
Weiss hummed, swirling the glass gently as she stared down into its contents. "Ah yes, I remember it well." Her lips pursed momentarily, and her tongue moved around against them as she pondered the memories herself. "Your little insurgency had dug deep into the caverns beneath. Rooting you out was quite difficult."
Jaune's jaw clenched. "I know it was. You couldn't." Despite the pain the memories brought back he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he thought about how much trouble they'd given to the Empire back then. "Despite your best efforts you couldn't get the better of us. We were too stubborn for even your most elite units. Your losses were horrendous."
And yet, even at those words, Weiss smiled. She took another delicate sip of her wine, peering down into the red liquid as if it was the blood she'd spilled on that final, harrowing day.
"And then…" he continued, his voice turning dark. "You ordered an artillery bombardment in the middle of your assault. Indiscriminate. You wiped out as many of your men as ours."
"Necessary losses," she waved off with her free hand. "Glorious deaths in the name of the Empire. Heroes, all of them."
"All so you could cause a cave-in that we couldn't get away from in time!" he snarled. He'd earned Weiss' full attention now, and his eyes burned with the hatred he'd been carrying around since that day. "My entire unit… they were wiped out that day when the caverns collapsed. Only I survived, and from that day on I was determined to become strong enough to defeat you once and for all."
Weiss laughed far more genuinely this time, shaking her head softly as she set her glass back down on the table. "So you're saying that I'm the reason you became the man you are today?" She touched a hand to her chest over her heart and sighed. "Before I wasn't sure, but now it's become crystal clear. You and I are connected, Jaune. The two of us were meant to meet one another face to face."
His eyes narrowed on her. "You shouldn't be too happy about that," he growled. "I've spent every day since that battle preparing to beat you."
"Of course," she said with seemingly little concern for her own safety. "The day I graced the battlefield and wiped out your comrades was the most important day of your life," she spoke with casual indifference. "But for me? It was Tuesday."
The utter callousness of the woman stunned Jaune. Just how could someone so beautiful be so cold and ruthless?
"Tuesday," he whispered in disbelief. "How can you be so heartless? So cruel?"
"I'm far from heartless, Jaune," she said warmly. Somehow even her eyes seemed warm now, a paradox with how cold and icy-blue they appeared. "It's that my heart is reserved for one person and one person alone. Now…" she said, tapping a finger against her lips. "If only we could correct your thinking and get you to fight for the side of justice…"
"Justice?" he echoed incredulously. "You fight for tyranny!"
"I fight for order," she corrected him. "Order against the chaos you and your rebel scum wish to subject this great Empire to."
He grunted. "Only a madwoman would confuse freedom with chaos."
"I can assure you, Jaune, I am anything but mad," she said amusedly. "In either sense of the word. No, the path before me has never been clearer now that I have you in my grasp."
Jaune set his own glass down atop the bookshelf. "Is that so? Then tell me, General, what is it you plan to do with me now that you have me? Do you really think I would ever help you and your evil Empire conquer the world?"
She clasped her hands behind her back once more, and with slow, deliberate steps she approached him once more, tilting her head upward to stare into his eyes.
"The world is not enough," she mused. "But it is such a perfect place to start, my love."
Her soft and pretty face betrayed that fact that she was a ruthless warlord who'd spilled more blood than the oceans held water. It unnerved him just how beautiful she was. It was made even worse that he felt his body growing warmer under her intense gaze. His heart raced when she looked at him with that intense, burning gaze.
"Your love?" he asked, clearly confused by her sudden affection.
Weiss' palms came up to rest upon his chest, sending shivers down Jaune's spine. "The first time I laid eyes upon you I was left breathless," she purred softly. Her hands trailed down his shirt, feeling the muscular chest beneath. "How could I not be at the sight of someone as magnificent as you? You, a warrior without peer. A strong and capable man who despite being on the opposite side could understand everything I do and everything I fight for. I wasn't lying when I said you were special, Jaune. I knew I had to have you. Not for the Empire. Not to deny the rebels their most capable warrior. No, it was all for me. I want you. And I will have you."
Her touch was electrifying. For someone as small as she was, she radiated power. Not just power, however. Sensuality. The skirt. The leggings. Even the hat. Especially the hat. Something about a woman in uniform, specifically her in uniform, was doing things to Jaune. Though his brain screamed at him to resist, his body had other ideas in mind. There was only one such reaction a healthy young man like himself could have when a stunningly beautiful young woman like Weiss touched him.
He fought. He fought with all of his might. "You truly are mad if you think that I would ever join you," he whispered, turning his head away. "You're a monster in human form. Nothing more."
Rather than anger, however, Weiss was merely amused by the latest insult. "Is that so?" she asked. With a gentle shove she pushed him back, and Jaune fell back against the mattress. Weiss was quick to follow him, and she climbed atop his waist and straddled him. "Then you must have an affinity for monsters, Jaune, because I can feel how much you enjoy it when I touch you." She smirked as she took complete control of him. "Either my men did not properly check you for hidden weapons, or there's an entirely different kind of large caliber gun concealed in your pants…" She licked her lips. "I intend to find out which is the case."
It was only her body which appealed to him. Nothing more. Weiss was a brutally… beautiful woman. A cunningly… cute girl. A savagely… sexy lady.
"I will have you, Jaune," she pressed, caressing his cheek lovingly with a hand. "Join me. Become mine and mine alone, and I will give you things which could only ever exist in your wildest fantasies."
His heart was racing. His blood was pumping. His arousal was rising. No, no this wasn't right. How could he be so attracted to someone like Weiss? How could this ruthless General be so unbelievably alluring to him?
"N-no," he struggled, though he made no attempt to dislodge her from his body. "I can't…"
"If it's your family you're worried about I can give them shelter too," she promised. "You and all of those you love will be safe. None of you will ever want for anything ever again, so long as you join the Empire, Jaune. If you join me. If you become mine…"
Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, holding him in place so that he could not lean away from her. His palms were sweating. His mouth was going dry. He really wished he had his drink again right now. Something, anything, to wet his lips.
"It's… it's not right…" he whispered, though he knew that despite his protests that this was another battle he was losing. Just as he had earlier in the day. "I'm your enemy…"
"It doesn't have to be right," she urged. "It only has to feel right." She forcibly turned his head so that he faced her, and he stared up into those gorgeous pale blue sapphires she had for eyes. "Do it, Jaune. Join me. Join me and bring order to a world filled with suffering and anarchy."
With her hand holding his chin in place she lunged forward, and like a shark which had sighted its prey, she attacked him.
With her head tilted to the left her lips met his, and she kissed him passionately and without reservation. Jaune's eyes were wide, staring into closed eyes of his most terrible foe, and yet he did nothing to resist. He sat there not moving nor struggling as the General slid her tongue past his teeth and ravaged his mouth just as she had done to innumerable villages during her reign of terror.
Her soft moans of delight sounded in her throat, and tiny breaths of passion slipped through her nostrils as she took him. Jaune felt his tongue battered aside and dominated by hers, falling victim to the General's brutal oppression as so many others had before him. Yet unlike those who had been killed and maimed at her hands, Jaune felt nothing short of pleasure and delight as Weiss took him.
After long seconds which left him craving more, Weiss pulled back with a sharp gasp. She'd needed as much air as he had, and her familiar tongue poked out to lick her lips clean of his taste.
"Did that not satisfy you?" she wondered, an amused smile gracing her beautiful pink lips. A finger came out to rub gentle circles around his own, and her soft smile curled into a hungry grin. "Okay, just a little more."
She took him again, hungrily and greedily devouring his flesh in a fury of passion and lust. Desperate moans hummed in the back of Jaune's throat as Weiss took what she wanted with zero hesitation, and it took all the strength in the world not to fall backwards onto the bed and completely submit to the General's aggression. Without his hands it was a most difficult resistance, and he found himself grunting and groaning into her mouth while she plundered everything she could take from him.
Her fingers squeezed down on his shoulders, not enough to cause pain, but enough to make him feel her. Oh, he most certainly felt her alright, just as he knew that she must have felt him here and now. Despite being unarmed he knew that Weiss must have felt his sword poking up against her, and that the touch of it must have been fuelling her feral and frenzied kissing.
After another round of combat which he had again lost, Weiss pulled back, grinning wildly and breathing hard as she stared into the eyes of her victim. "Join me and this will be yours every day," she promised. The mere thought of such a thing was more enticing than he wished to admit to himself. "Every night. This, and so much more. You will be mine and I will be yours, if only you would have me, Jaune. The battlefields are so cold and lonely, and I'm desperate for your companionship. The one man who I respect and admire more than any other. More than even the Emperor himself…"
How could he resist such an offer? Right here, trapped beneath a woman as beautiful as she was deadly, Jaune, or at least his body had had enough. He caved to the carnal desire that had built up inside him, and he felt no regret in accepting Weiss' offer. All he wanted was to get his hands on her incredible body and make both of them feel pleasure and bliss the likes of which neither of them had ever experienced.
He lunged up to kiss her again, but was met with nothing but air when she pulled back away from him. He opened his eyes, shock and betrayal in them as he peered up at the domineering woman.
"That's a good boy," she smirked deviously. "I'm so happy you've decided to see things my way. Though… I'm afraid that I lied to you, Jaune," she spoke in a breathy whisper. "The wine I gave you was actually laced with a powerful aphrodisiac."
His eyes widened at the confession. "What?" he gasped. "But… but you drank it too. Why would you go so far just to have me drink it?"
Her smile became gentle as her fingers grazed his cheek again. "Of course I drank it. The only reason I'm unaffected is because I'm already madly in love with you. The burning desire you feel inside yourself is how I've felt ever since I first laid eyes on you."
Jaune's heart was thumping inside his chest. Love. This woman, this battle-hardened general… was capable of such an emotion? "I thought you said you weren't mad…"
She giggled, and such a cute showing from her betrayed the fact that she was a warrior just as he was. Here and now, she was just a young woman. One with all the grace and beauty of one that could drive a man like him wild.
"What can I say? Love does crazy things to rational people's minds…"
She took him again, this time forcing him down onto his back, and Jaune went willingly. The wet and passionate noises of their kisses drowned out everything else around him, and all he could do was taste and feel the beautiful woman atop him.
When she came up for air again Jaune was desperate for release. In more ways than one. "Untie me," he growled.
Weiss quirked an eyebrow. "You dare give me orders?"
"Yes. Now do it."
She hummed. "Very well. You're no threat to me anymore."
With a flick of her wrist and a hidden dust cartridge somewhere on her body, Weiss summoned a tiny sliver of ice shaped like a dagger. Its razor sharp edge cut through the ropes binding Jaune's hands together, and now that he was free he could finally act. He could fight her and regain his freedom, going back to his people to face off against the forces of the Empire another day.
Or he could take what he wanted right now. A night of bliss with the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.
Jaune chose the latter.
Wrapping his arms around her back he flipped her over in his arms, pressing his body down on hers against the mattress as his mouth found her once more. He kisses her soft and supple neck, earning a gasp from her when he latched on and gave her flesh a hard suck. She moaned with delight under his touch, running her hands through his hair as she basked in the sensation of his passion.
"Mmm, I do so enjoy an aggressive man…" she moaned softly as he continued showering her with his loving lips.
He pulled her shirt collar down, nipping at her clavicle as he found all sorts of places which needed his attention. Each new spot he found earned more and more breathy gasps.
"However, I must insist on being the dominant one in this relationship," she said before wrapping her slender arms around his back. With a powerful show of strength she rolled him over so that he lay on his back now, and Weiss once more found herself on top. "At least until after I've had my fun with you…"
Fun. Yes. He wanted to have all kinds of fun with the General. Suddenly being her prisoner didn't seem so bad. Not if it meant this kind of physicality together.
"You're woefully overdressed for the occasion," she growled, grabbing his shirt and pulling it up over his head. Jaune helped her remove it, and soon Weiss was left staring at his bare chest with eager eyes. Her hands trailed down it, well-manicured fingernails dragging against his skin, earning a hiss of pleasure from Jaune. "I can see why you slew a dozen of the Imperial Guard before you were finally taken down. You're quite a physical specimen of a man…"
Weiss' hands roamed his body, greedily getting her fill of his flesh before she was satisfied. With a dainty and delicate hand she reached up to the top of her white military jacket, unfastening the buttons one by one until only the black shirt beneath held back what Jaune wished to see.
Without warning alarms rang all across the building. If this had not been an elaborate role play fantasy, he would have assumed his comrades had come to rescue him.
The blaring klaxons hit Weiss harder than a cold shower, and her nimble fingers which had been seconds away from unbuttoning her black shirt froze before squeezing down on the garment in anger.
"Code Port. Code Port. A Grimm is loose on the campus. All students mobilize for search and destroy."
The prerecorded and obnoxious voice of Headmaster Ozpin sounded through speakers in the hallway, just as they were all over the campus. If the alarms hadn't been enough to do so, the sound of his grating, monotone voice was the sure thing to absolutely kill Weiss' sex drive.
A sad look at the boy beneath her showed that he was just as disappointed as she was.
"Of all the times that insufferable man had to let one of his pet Grimm escape…" she snarled quietly. "And just when we were getting to the good parts."
She didn't want to, but Weiss dismounted off of Jaune, coming to sit on the edge of the bed next to where he lay. Her hands clenched into fists on top of her lap, and anger coursed through her body as the alarms continued to sound all over the school.
Jaune sat up and swung his legs off the bed to sit next to her. "We could just pretend this is part of the role play," he suggested. "Like there's been a security breach in your base and the rebels are coming to break me out?"
Weiss smiled softly. That would have been a good idea for their scenario, had the situation not been so grim. No pun intended. She could picture it now, pretending to leave and deal with the intruders while Jaune was left alone after being so hot and bothered by her. Then she would return after having dealt with the interlopers, her blood pumping and her own libido raging after just having slaughtered more rebel scum. It would lead to an even wilder night of passion, one where she would claw his chest and ride him until they broke the bed. All of that was for naught, however. All thanks to Peter Port and his stupid little Grimm menagerie…
Her hand came to rest upon his much larger one and gave it a soft squeeze. She smiled genuinely as she peered into his eyes. "As much as I appreciate your dedication, we should really go deal with this. I would feel awful if someone was injured because I was too busy satisfying my carnal desires when I could have stopped the Grimm."
Jaune nodded in understanding and stood up, reaching for his shirt before slipping it back over his head. He was such a kind and patient boy. She would be sure to reward such diligence later.
"And that's just one of the many reasons I love you," he said as he went over to grab where Crocea Mors stood sheathed against the wall. "You're such a good person, Weiss. Not at all like the General."
Weiss grabbed Myrtenaster from the table and checked its chambers for dust cartridges. It was full, save for the single missing ice dust tube. She'd utilized that one for the role play to give off the illusion that she harnessed ice magic.
"But she's such a fun character to play," she admitted. Weiss had come to find that she enjoyed fantasies where she played a powerful female who seduced and turned her male opponent to her side. First with the vampire role play, and now this one. Jaune seemed to like those kinds of scenarios as well.
"Let's go find us a Grimm," he said, taking the lead and opening the door to the hallway. "Hopefully it's only a Beowolf or something."
She nodded as they sprinted into the hall. No sign of anything yet, but at the same time they expected nothing in the student dormitory.
"We should head for Port's classroom," she suggested as they ran. "It probably couldn't have gotten too far from there if it escaped his dungeon."
With weapons in hand the two teens made it outside onto the campus. There was a flurry of activity around, with a dozen students milling around and searching the area for Grimm. Some checked behind benches. Others lifted small rocks and peered under them. One was climbing a tree in hopes of finding the missing monster. Weiss was stunned at the level of stupidity on display here. If these were the future defenders of humanity then humanity was doomed.
As the pair rushed toward the building containing Professor Port's classroom, another two familiar teenagers emerged from it. Yang wore a bright smile on her face as she dusted her hands off against one another, while Blake was busy sheathing her dark sword back on her hip.
"Gottem!" she sang proudly, announcing to the rest of the students that the threat had been dealt with. "It was just a Creep. No biggie."
Weiss and Jaune stopped in front of her, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Crisis averted. Now, maybe, they could reignite the mood and get back to what they'd been doing before.
At least that had been the plan before a pair of lilac eyes fell on her, and an amused smile crept up on her lips. "Hey, Generalweissimo," she smirked. "Nice hat."
It took a moment for Weiss to remember that she was still wearing her cosplay outfit rather than her usual white dress or school uniform. The military outfit resembled something more out of Atlas than something she would normally wear, and the fact that she was wearing the officer's cap made it stand out all the more.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment at being caught once more by her blonde friend, and her teeth sank into her lower lip as she struggled to come up with some sort of retort. As much as she enjoyed these kinds of fantasies with Jaune, they were private and for their eyes and ears only. Having their friends find out about what they did behind closed doors was all kinds of embarrassing.
"But nah, looks good on you," Yang continued, wiggling her eyebrows as she moved past them. "You kids have fun, okay?"
Weiss' shoulders slumped as Yang went on her way without any further comment. As far as horrible embarrassment went, this wasn't the worst it could have been. At least she was supportive in her own teasing way.
Speaking of supportive, Blake grinned excitedly, giving them an enthusiastic thumbs up as she followed after her partner. Once more she'd gained the faunus girl's seal of approval for their fantasy, and Weiss didn't know whether to be relieved or perturbed that Blake found such things so normal.
She and Jaune were eventually left alone outside of the building, and she didn't know if they would be able to go back and pick up where they'd left off.
At least, until Jaune pressed up next to her and offered his hands. "It looks like my daring escape has failed, General," he growled through gritted teeth.
The words perked Weiss up, who lifted her head to meet his eyes. Though they were warm and kind, he was still trying his hardest to remain in-character. Weiss knew she had to reciprocate such dedication.
"A foolish attempt," she said softly. "One that will have to be punished once I bring you back to my personal chambers."
Taking Jaune by the hand, and pretending to lead her recaptured prisoner away, Weiss and Jaune went back to the dormitory to continue the tale of the ruthless General and the stalwart freedom fighter.
Author's Note: The sequel to Mistress of the Night which no one ever expected, so yeah this is part of my Letters to Winter universe. I had never really planned on returning to Jaune and Weiss' role playing, but then the images of Weiss for Project RWBY came out. Characters like her in uniforms like that just appeal to me. Like Major Vladilena Milizé from Eighty-Six. Now if only someone could do a White Knight story based on that…
As is tradition, they got interrupted right before they got to the good parts not only for humor, but to keep things rated T. I also just enjoy the stupid role play dialogue a lot more than smut. This was all a bunch of unplanned plot and backstory, and by the time it was finished wound up being some twisted amalgamation of Star Wars, Akame Ga Kill, and Street Fighter. I do have more ideas for other scenarios Jaune and Weiss could do, but I don't know if I'll ever do them.
I think Weiss would absolutely ham it up like she did here. It's canon. Look no further than when she played the Remnant card game in volume 2. She's all about being a ruthless dictator.
With Total War Warhammer 3 coming out tomorrow, that's going to be taking up a lot of time I might normally use to write. So I don't know when or what I'm going to update next.
Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.