Chapter: Weiss

"Ms. Schnee," comes the gruff voice from the doorway.

Weiss straightens, and then slumps in her chair when the voice registers. She smiles and turns to the door, nodding politely. "Hello, Klein."

Klein's eyes stray from the heiress to the weapon lying out on the table. "Would you care to take a break from staring at Myrtenaster, Miss?" he asks, an amused smile tugging at his lips. "There are some very nice deserts downstairs that need testing before tonight."

"No… Thank you Klein," Weiss says softly, turning back to her weapon. Her fists clench in her lap and she turns around to face him once again. "Would you mind coming in here and looking at something, Klein?"

The Schnee family's butler nods, surprised. Weiss has already turned back to her weapon by the time he starts to walk over. He catches the concerning scripters under the magnifying glass and smiles. "Ah, congratulations Ms. Schnee."

"Congratulations?" Weiss spits out, horrified. "My weapon has been… tampered with! And you're telling me congratulations?"

"Yes," Klein says simply. Weiss stares at him in outrage. "And your weapon has not been tampered with, Miss." He tilts his head, eyes reflecting concerned curiosity. "Have your instructors not told you about soul marks?"

"Children's stories," Weiss casts off the words. "Someone has clearly come in here and defaced Myrtenaster. I want to know who."

Klein looks at the heiress with sympathy she cannot see. "Ms. Schnee, soul marks aren't just stories. They appear when you have created and named a weapon, but also when you decide to put the life of your soulmate above your own."

"Preposterous," Weiss says, but it is said hesitantly. She shakes her head to dispel the doubt. "No, someone must have come in here, and I want their name."

Klein shifts towards the door. "My apologies, but I would not be of assistance. You should call your sister, Winter."

Weiss' head snaps up. "Why?"

Klein gives a comforting smile. "She called the other day to say she has another soul mark. I'm sure she would be proud to learn that you have your first."

Weiss' lips press firmly together. She nods and replies, "I'll keep that in mind. Good day, Klein."

"Good day, Miss," he replies before turning and walking out of the room.

Weiss goes back to staring at the words wrapping around the part of Myrtenaster where the blade clicks into the handle. Words written in almost illegible handwriting.

'Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, one of the largest producers of energy propellant in the world.'

She scoffs at the childish thought. Soulmates. As if.

Doesn't explain how someone managed to engrave it on her weapon within hours of her deciding that her first order business, once she's taken over the company, will be to fix working regulations between the company and Faunus.

She'll figure out how someone managed to do that soon.

Right now, she has a call to make to her sister about a silly bedtime story.

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