Chapter 14: I'm Sorry

Lord Weiss Schnee the II

"Wake up my Lord."

`Weiss never enjoyed sleep like others did. Not falling asleep as much as waking up. Suddenly the darkness that enveloped the mind, this peaceful silent state was torched with light and memory. All the things one had to worry about flooded back, ruining whatever rest you could get. First came the thoughts of her company with faunus work revolts in the mountain mines demanding higher wages since the war expanded, an issue previously managed by Wilhelm.

And so there was that worry, Wilhelm the little boy she sent off to war. Such a stupid mistake, so weak willed she was to just let the kid go, barely a man with no experience with warring. No the little soldier boy would never come home, at least not the warm cheerful person he was. Instead today was the day his body was on schedule to be delivered from the New Faunus Kingdom.

The next two concerns reared their head at the thought of her cold brother's corpse being dragged into town, all in the second before Weiss' eyes snapped open. One, whether or not to order three caskets or just one. Two other Schnee's seemed ready to dance into the dark. Tied to that was the New Kingdom, one that was forged in a lot of blood and villain. Ignoring the problem was Weiss' father folly, not her own. Now she just needed to decide what to do.

Then there was the last concern, one that came to mind when the young woman set eyes on it. Fire for hair that languished lazy about her smooth skin, she was so solid and muscular, but womanly too. Her chest feminine and sizeable in comparison to Weiss' more meager proportions, curves that lead to her hips and legs, everything visible, only a small patch of crimson to provide any sort of coverage. Thetis Nikos was a beautiful problem.

"Today's your first official day of court, you have to get up my lord," the gentle foreigner with the softest green eyes whispered as her thumb gently brushed Weiss' lip. Waking up naked in a mess of covers, door boarded up and the lords chambers empty of anyone else. This is what happened when Thetis Nikos had night duty. It wasn't meant to happen, she was supposed to be like any other crush, something the young noble would suffocate inside her until her father died and she would be free. Instead they gravitated towards each other, ever since the duel they started almost looking for moments to slide past each other, though it was always platonic.

That was until Weiss got the letter, the letter that Wilhelm was dead. She put on that she didn't care, to some like she was even happy, but in her room the mask fell off and Weiss cried. Not since she was born could there have been a moment like this, sobbing, screaming into the bed. Thetis was there and when the tears cooled to a slow steady stream, Thetis picked up the quaking mass left behind and cradled her. It was so warm, so necessary in that moment. They kissed and soon after words made love, as silly as that word had seemed in Weiss' head any day prior. Now Thetis was the personal night guard up to five times a week, time of which was invaluable. Still that hiding was only supposed to be until the title of lord of Castle White was passed down, yet still…

"Let's wait a moment. I'd prefer to be right here Thetis," Weiss replied still sleepy. One of her hands pulled the Mistralian woman on top of her, the other reaching up to brush the soft red line that ran down her face. Scars could be such pretty little things.

"Weiss, you need to go, and I need to as well. I've got to talk to my men, set up the roaster-" Thetis started with lame excuses, trying to pull away.

"Talk to your man you mean?!" Weiss didn't mean to be as angry as she was, but Thetis' daily retreats back always drove a massive wall between them, a wall made of one buffoon of a man.

"Yes, my husband as well," the Mistralian woman admitted, her green eyes that seemed so soft now were illusive, darting away to whatever dark corner she could find solace in. Though she no longer pulled away, just hovered over Weiss, a nude beauty with too much shame for her own perfection.

"Leave him, marry me instead," Weiss offered with a glint of reckless abandon in her eye.

"You can't marry me, not to mention heirs," Thetis argued rationally as she collapsed onto Weiss, their forms mingled and twisted into one another, a closeness and warmth between them as the Mistralian sweetly lay her head on Weiss' shoulder.

"So stay, you'll be my lady in waiting forever, I'll take no husbands," Weiss reasoned, brushing the red thin strands of her sweets hair whimsically, "Friedrich can produce heirs, he doesn't share in mine or Wilhelm's preferences, you can tell with how much he plays with the Rose girl. It was nice like that on the cool autumn day, enough for all the pain to seem manageable and all the nightmares a mere inconvenience laid out by some sort of ineffectual god. That was until Thetis hid her eyes and body tensed, something Weiss knew was her sign of shame.

"I can't just abandon my husband...he's not a bad man." That did the same thing to Weiss, what was more heinous to her was how factual that was. The two were both good people and though the love had not touched their relationship once as it was arranged, he was still kind and trying.

"I'll make him rich, he can retire and live a good life," Weiss retorted trying desperately to not let this man ruin everything without even knowing.

"The child," Thetis asked the bigger question, hand pressing against the rippled muscles of her belly. The child was a recent development, made only a few weeks before the news of Wilhelm had come. It complicated everything to Thetis even if it meant nothing to Weiss.

"She will have a far better future here. I can have your little girl be made a knight, even marry into the family, perhaps make her Warden of Vermillion by marriage in time, she will be my child as much as yours." A rash statement, but one Weiss had been prepared for since the day Thetis had missed her period. For whatever mockery love made of people Weiss was willing to be a fool for the thing that made her feel alive when everyone around her was dead.

"He deserves a father." Thetis always believed it would be a boy, something Weiss both rejected and stupidly forgot.

"Then your husband can stay here, plenty of work for an abled bodied soldier living rich in my city. Your baby can have two mothers along with a father so long as you are only mine," Weiss begged trying to be as firm as she could despite how Thetis stood up, the covers unveiling her, but there wasn't anything arousing about how she looked, ready to just cry. "Just divorce him... please stay with me I'll make everyone happy."

"I should go," Thetis replied turning away and off the bed, her armor and clothes languishing across the chambers as she one by one picked them up and dressed. "I've betrayed him enough."

"Be my guard again tonight, we'll talk about this, we don't have to have sex," Weiss begged again, quickly getting up from bed, she was in no rush to cover herself, she had already seen the silver patch below close enough to know far more detail than a glance could do her now. Even though her body wasn't as feminine, muscles bigger and chest unusually small, too tall on top of that, she wasn't going to be ashamed. Despite a fair face and long hair she was not pretty in a womanly sense yet she still had to be worth it, had to believe that. "For both of you, he deserves to be in a loving marriage. Things are dead between you two. Set both of you free."

"I'll try, the guard thing I mean. Have a good morning my Lord… you look beautiful... I'm sorry."

Thetis left after that, sliding silently out the door leaving Weiss alone in the largest bedroom in the Castle, a moonstone cage right now. All the wealth and moonstone in the world couldn't buy Thetis or bring Wilhelm back.

Without a sound, Weiss dressed herself. The uniform was much the same as the one she wore as the night's grand master, but now she was a lord, the knightly Schnee red was now joined by blue accents and the crest in the center. The military garb felt imposing, empowering even, wearing it now made worries seem dimmer by her own light. Her hair was still let low and now she wore a tiara, the most feminine accompaniment to this personal, it was the crown of the north, in practice at least. She was Weiss Schnee, Lord of Castle White and the White river, form the Northwater to Vermillion, she was Queen in practice.

I am Weiss Schnee the Second, I am the Lord.

That was the mantra she used to walk out into the halls with a sturdy frame and a heart made of stone. All who looked on her saw the glacier of power that was the Schnee family name. They saluted, as they should, they would bow, as they should. All the hurt and worry became solidarity as she marched down in uniform. This would not be the end. Whoever killed Wilhelm would not get away with it and now after her coronation it was time to make good on the name Schnee.

There was only one detour to make, a short little break to promise. There was a dark lonely room, one made of false Ice crystal and cold soft beds. This wasn't a room people lived in, this was a room people died in.

"Good morning father."

He was silent and if he could hear her there was no way he could reply in his broken body, paralyzed throughout. Both he and their always so distant mother lay there on the precipice between this world and the next, the toxin having rendered them into this useless state, bodies reduced to inoperative husks. Doctors named it some neurotoxin famed for its long wait coupled with fast active period. If one lived the person would be left useless after, death or mentally imprisoned.

"Wilhelm comes home today, I know he's never been your favorite, but father I know you loved him. He knew it too." There was no response as Weiss spoke to nothing but the unusually cold air.

"I'm not going to let them get away with this. I promise, we'll behead all the traitors and animals who would do this. I'll skin them alive I promise I will!" Weiss didn't notice she was crying till the tears dripped from her chin. It was safe to cry here. Still the silence did nothing to quell the rage inside. Instead it just intensified.

"So father, I asked the lieutenant in charge of the Faunus irregulars, what the name Nimh means," Weiss mentioned stepping close to the bed rest, reaching down to touch her father's cheek. It was so boney and withered like this. Just touching it made her hands quake. "It means poison dad."


Qrow the Hunter

Qrow didn't have any time to grieve Wilhelm's passing, and despite perhaps wanting to for his own conscious he found himself strangely without much in the way of sorrow. People were either crying of celebrating the man's death, though the latter was done mostly in secret, the hunter instead found himself strangely ambivalent.

Qrow as a man owed the Schnee a certain amount of loyalty just for his patronage and the way he treated Summer. That was certainly true, but he neither thought it best nor wanted to show his loyalty by crying. Instead he acted on the young man's last wishes, tracking down people, names, identities, who was and wasn't a part of the Royalist, Lordly, or Republican factions. What he found was even more emotionally distressing than Wilhelm's death.

Information was slow to pass, people always named their competition as the traitor when pressured and of course no one named anything. The police were too direct and Qrow on paper worked on grimm related matters. One threat was consistent. Everyone knew the Schnee upper family had been poisoned, as to who depended on the factions, though the most common theory pointed to the house maid Nimh who had also gone off with Wilhelm, these were facts understood, so Qrow followed them. From Nimh he traced back her mother, her source of employment to a small firm that had worked for the royal family.

The man who owned that firm followed the royal army into Winterstown, stayed a while sipping wine and drinking away his time in a tavern as the prince stomped his feet around trying to make an army out of his idiots. Still when the royalist left with Nimh in toe, he stayed behind, was still around at court and formal events every day, every day besides the one where Lord Otto and his wife took ill suddenly. Little things like that could tell a lot more than gross gossip.

Qrow hunted monsters not people, but if they really were involved in a conspiracy rife with murder then it must have not been so different a creature. So the young hunter tracked him just like any other monster, tracked him to that reeking tavern. Waiting till he had enough drink to be rendered stupid then followed him to his car, a dust powered armored van.

Not everything went as planned, the drunk may have not noticed a thing, but his guards sure did. It was like chasing an ursa through a forest, but the trees were made of stone and brick, and the beast didn't have spines on his back, it had a Gatling gun.

Bolts of dust powered shells made a hell of a close call, even a semblance of slow merely turned the bastards into full speed arrows. Cloaked in red, Qrow danced between rounds along rooftops and into alleys, a good five minutes of chase and disarray, so soon the police bells could be heard in the distance.

How does one knock a nevermore out of the sky? One simply burns off its wings. How does one toss a van off the road? Much the same as it turns out. Fire dust infused crossbow bolt to the wheel, its heated flame spreading through the rubber, its form engorging, expanding, and rupturing.

There was a lot of fire after that, some amount of blood though Qrow managed to pull everyone from the wreckage. The only man left conscious after that was the target, his arm bleeding, but not terrible. He could stand, but not run, simply shuffle away as Qrow approached.

"Wait," he called in a rough voice, something between a screech and a sobbing plea, "You're Qrow, you're the hunter, you're on the wrong side, please don't spill more blood for the corrupt you know this is senseless!" Qrow didn't, but he knew he wasn't a murderer.

"Why did the Faunus Pretender murder Wernher and Otto and how is the king involved. Tell me and there doesn't need to be any senseless blood." No matter which way it went there wasn't going to be any, but Qrow didn't need to say that and spinning his scythe around illustrated his illusion.

"The King Charles didn't order the murder; our king didn't either though he would kill us all if it would fatten him up a little more. This war is his engineering, but now that the blooding has started for everything to be good again good men had to pass. Please listen to me!"

"Then tell me who did this!"

"Hunter! Pay attention!" Qrow snapped out of his memory, the alley way and fire all disappeared around him. Where there had been brick now there was moonstone and glass, where there were dark skies now there was light shining from the sun above, where there was no one besides him and his target stood dozens of courtly figures in their fine dress, fat bellies and extravagant outfits. The person before Qrow was not a man covered in his own blood, not a man at all really. It was the self-styled Lord Weiss, though lady had been the former title she preferred the masculine. She had an angry self-important look about her, the same look she always had. She was the epitome of what Qrow hated about the aristocracy; at least Wilhelm acted kind even if it was just an act.

"I'm sorry ma'am what was it?" the hunter asked innocently. He didn't want this conversation, didn't want it with her most of all. The deeds of the night before were playing in his mind till this very moment, but he was no closer to some definitive decision. He needed more time to think(,) more time to choose.

"You caused a stir now you want to play? I tolerate you because I want the answers Wilhelm sent you to find, if they exist at all. Other than that and your sister's friendship with Friedrich I wouldn't keep you on pay. If that little stunt you pulled last night earned us any information I need to know now. Not later, now." There was a cursed intensity to her and in this moment it felt like no matter what Qrow would say she would spit at him.

I don't want you to kill anyone, spill any blood, I want you not to do anything at all. Don't choose a side, that's all. Think of Summer. The last words Qrow ever heard from that man played in his head as it had so many times before, it was trapping. Tongue wrestled out the worlds, everything ready to come out at once. The secret to all of the murders.

"I'm sorry."

That came out instead.

"Useless," Weiss muttered and at once silenced any information that might have passed his lips. It was done, the decision of not deciding was made. Couldn't be that dangerous, after all the beauty of indecision is it allows decision later. Until then Qrow took a back seat as Weiss ascended to the throne above the court hall, a sign for all to respect her authority.

Whatever insults one could say about Weiss, the fact that she did not command order would never be one of them. Even people that discredited her claim and competence backed into the side corners and she stepped towards the throne keeping a rifle in hand. She never sat in the moonstone chair, no she stood, butt of the gun pressed into the elevated flooring, hands at the top. This is how she presided over those she ruled, tall and militaristic with vengeful glare.

"Begin!" She shouted and all the talk ceased. Everyone hid behind pillars and low hanging snowflake banners. Thetis of the brave bronze took her position to the right of Weiss, one step down and one out of the way. One of the other knights Qrow simply knew as the man who scuffed whenever he talked stood at equal distance to the left. At the bottom of the stairs was a rather large bearded man with the most Orange of hair and queerly oversized hammer. That was Rollo, a good man if a bit brutish. Another hired sword named Thrush was positioned across from Qrow, both a fair distance away from the Ice Queen. A nice diamond formation of martial power.

Below the steps, a young woman, someone's squire made announcer took a few steps passed some tired looking soldiers. She was a bit of a portly thing as much of the upper class tended to be and waddled as she took center stage.

"First in line is the Sentinels of Vermillion issuing a petition-"

"First is my brother." Weiss interrupted with a hard declarative pause.

"They are third in line…" She didn't need to say anything, just look at the portly girl for the announcer to know how badly she had screwed up. "I'm sorry my lord. The New Faunus king's envoy!"

Sliding to the front came a series of Faunus, not completely unheard of, but almost always they were merchants or the leader of the irregulars, but very rarely were they so well dressed and armed. Qrow didn't know tribe names, but their leader was one of the fox type, his ear tips a light white? while the rest of him was red. He had a cheery look about him, though the animal side of him was an unfortunate variety considering Nimh.

They carried in with them an illustrious casket its core made of old moonstone, something Qrow knew was mined in the same place as the Fort Castle's dust reserves. If it wasn't on wheels the thing would have been impossible to move. For the first time ever the red hunter felt sad knowing Wilhelm was dead and was forever preserved in a box.

"Lord Weiss Schnee." The leading Faunus began standing next to the casket, but never presuming to pass it, "I am Ban Bréige humbled and grateful to be allowed in this hall. Our good King Charles has sent me to give his personal condolences both for your Uncle Wernher and your brother Wilhelm who we have brought with all proper consideration for your traditional rites. My king sent me before word of your parents had reached us. I'm sorry personally, and as confidant of the king I can say he had the highest respect for-"

"I appreciate the pleasantries, but you have my brother's body, let me see it. Open the casket," Weiss order taking steps from her throne to the moonstone case, her entire entourage moving with her in orderly step.

"My lord Schnee tradition as I am sure you know dictates the body be preserved in dust forged ice, we have already froze him. The seal keeps the ice intact, it'll melt," the faunus argued bowing slightly with an apologetic smile.

"The body is to be frozen by the next of kin; I'm supposed to freeze it with ice dust alone. Let me see." Weiss was close to them now, close enough to the casket to wipe her palm against the glowing white surface. There was an intensity in her touch, like the rock would turn to molten fire when she contacted it.

"Do you know how your brother passed my Lord? I believe it might be important for you to know to give," Ban paused thinking on a word, "context, as to why this might be a painful request."

"Yes, he died in a duel correct? His Aura dropped in an accident? Were you there?" Weiss didn't look at him when she spoke, only at the casket.

"Yes I was my lord, it was absolutely tragic, our king wept at the sight. He always said Wilhelm Schnee would be an agent of peace when Tyrant Geordie sought to oppress both our rights. It was quick however grizzle, a great sword through the shoulder down to the heart. King Charles has promised to investigate the duel in case of cheating, but it seems likely an accident. I don't think the gentlemen would be ready to see such a thing." Qrow considered himself lucky to be hidden in the back and that both Summer and Friedrich were off being tutored. He didn't know if right now he could stomach looking at Wilhelm mangled without whispering what he knew.

"If my court can't handle the sight of blood they shouldn't be here," Weiss replied pushing on the stone, she was strangely strong, and what too many men to lift she shoved off with only a few grunts. "You admit again you were there? You saw a sword cut him yourself?" The lid smashed apart colliding with the ground, all that expense turned to ruin. It even cracked the floor. The reveal was just of a solid block of blue, ice tinted by the dust it came from. No one could see what was inside as the surface started to turn to mist from the sunlight.

"Yes of course my lord. I watched and prayed I admit for our own knight Azura the wolf to win, but never for there to be blood. A duel gone sour as many do I promise." Weiss smiled like he had just told her the sweetest poem she had ever heard. The Faunus envoy seemed to sweat even as the rest of them looked confused at each other

"Good good, I like promises, they measure a man," Weiss answered looking to the large mercenary to her right, "Rollo, your hammer."

"No problem lord," the big man replied with grunt, raising the metal war pick above his head.

"I must advise against it." Didn't' matter what he did and did not advise, the hammer came down with a heavy crack that reverberated in Qrow's bones.

"I insist. A sister needs a wake, Rollo again." Again and again and again. The hammer was raised and with a grunt Rollo Valkyrie brought it down with all his might. Fragments of ice were sent everywhere, but Weiss never flinched, not till the larger pieces all snapped apart.

"Stop!" she shouted and the man did. There was relative silence in that moment and Weiss pushed piece after piece of blue ice off the body and into the floor. Qrow never saw what Wilhelm looked like, never wanted to, but when the lord stopped, she seemed to be both relieved and furious. Her hands shook, whether from cold of hate Qrow didn't know, but pain was starting to show on her face as she reached inside.

"A sword? Rollo does that look like a sword wound to you?" Rollo looked in and his expression sunk deep, a twitch in the lip said a lot.

"No not a big bite yer lordie. That's an arrow to the heart," Rollo mumbled taking a step back and pulling on his thick orange beard.

"And you Miss Nikos?" Weiss asked with a snap in her words.

"My lord please you must understand it was an emotional moment I-" Ban tried to step forward, but a spear point pushed him gently back, Thetis never let anyone close to Weiss that was for sure. Everything was unraveling.

"I must agree with Rollo my lord," Thetis taking a moment to look inside the casket.

"You said a sword, Ban. What duelist uses a bow?"

"In the moment my lord, I could swear it was a sword, but Azura is a beast of size perhaps she used a crossbow in conjunction, I was too torn to look!"

"You said you saw the sword. You lied to me." It only occurred to Qrow now, that not once had Weiss ever looked at him, really looked at the man. It was only the box, only the body inside she thought was worth even a glance.

"I-"

Never in his life had Qrow seen something spiral into mania, an irrevocable path that burned every alternative in a great big, bloody, beautiful moment. It was horrifying.

The diplomat was there, only a moment before, the shell of Weiss' rifle burrowing through his shoulder. Light bright and cold blue shined in a fraction of a moment as that ball of dust spiraled through him. All at once marks of the same blue spread through his body covering the upper right of him from the bottom of his breast to the tip of his right ear. They looked like glyphs though what kind Qrow had no idea. It was pleasant to the eyes, though the booming sound of a gunshot was still only reaching the audience when it all turned ugly.

What remained of him was a mortifying husk fused with crimson ice that shattered in the air, an explosive expansion of crystalline blood. No one screamed until the corpse hit the floor, though the ring inside Qrow's ears made hearing it impossible. The court followed the ice dusts example and burst apart into panic, the knights all pulled out both their guns and swords just snapping in from years of practice. Someone in the audience wailed and Weiss didn't seem to react to what she had done; only her eyes were glowing an azure color bright as dawn, her semblance visible. The Faunus envoy's guards all armed themselves as well, but Thetis stood between them and the one who fired her gun. No one moved.

"Oh gods!" someone cried, Qrow didn't think it was himself, though the reality of the situation seemed divorced from him so perhaps it was. It's relevance to the situation was felt only in Weiss' reaction.

"What? Can't take a little blood? Are you all so meek? My brother was a supposed coward and he went to war! That means a lot of blood and bullets and burning. Not one of you filth should so much as flinch at justice!" Weiss's voice was rumbling as she bellowed what felt like pure thunder and rage. She spoke not to one onlooker, but her own micro nation to which she was the hand of justice.

"Murderer!" one of the Faunus dared to call out. Something Qrow considered for the rest of his life as impressively brave while blood painted his hands and flecks of red ice peppered his clothes. He was a young boy of similar looks; the hunter could only hope that had not been the father.

"If he had not lied to my face…" Weiss mouthed though Qrow could only read it off her lips, "Messenger. Tell your king Ban died in a sword duel. Bring the body. I think he'll get the message." Lord Weiss Schnee had now embarked on the path of blood; there was no turning back, though Qrow would not be one to think she particularly cared. He felt the woman revealed in it, what she considered justice. "Get out!"

The boy cried but their armed escorts pulled him away and dragged out the body, a thin red streak left on the floor as it passed by everyone one along the moonstone path. Most everyone was cheering or were wide eyed in shock, Qrow included. Weiss casually walked to the throne in neither haste nor purposeful hesitance.

"They think they can just murder our families? We didn't want a war, and we won't have one. I am ordering an execution. Pretender Charles the Black is called on to face justice, him and his consorts, a mob of thousands criminals. Our guns are guillotines and our swords are the sentence. Issue orders for what's left of the Vermillion guard to meet up with us here the day after tomorrow. Order the eastern reserves to bolster and hold the river border till we can fully mobilize. All of you. I hope you're ready. Let's clean our king's mess!" It was then for the first time Lord Weiss Schnee took to her throne, she sat in it like no one ever had or would again, like it was molded just to fit her rigid self.

In all this Qrow simply stood and done what he had continued to do. Think and never act, the memory playing in his head.

"Tell me who damn it!"

"So many people are involved! The king's sister Scarlet Tudor, the one who should be Queen, a number of parliament and Republican activists, members of the Faunus liberation movement acting from within. All the people of Vale who want to be free, free of an overpowered king, free of forced labour, free of ruthless lords from foreign kingdoms hoarding wealth. People who want that child, her name was Summer right? The people who don't want Summer to work as a huntress risking her life because her name isn't Schnee. The true revolution did it."

Qrow's choice, though he preferred to think of it as opting not to choose at all, was never something he would say was a regret, however equally so he was not a proud of it. This moment would be a sort of nightmare of a fog, something that would haunt simply by existing. Qrow wished he had never discovered that secret, the same secret that no doubt Wilhelm was likely killed to keep it.

If the Royalist win, the Monarchy would crush any hopes of limited power, if the Schnees win Feudalism would have life anew, if the Faunus win and it'll just be an exchange of hats and chains. If the Republicans….

They didn't have to win; everyone else just had to lose. There was no turning back, even if he spoke now, it could only be to say sorry.

***Hi everyone! One thing I never thought I'd say, but it's weird referring to the Republican faction, since it sounds like I'm thinking modern States politics when I'm more thinking revolutionary French politics, but ehh. Also hope you guys enjoyed this! If you're wondering how Weiss' semblance works, she can make dust remotely and rapidly expand in its natural element in the form of a glyph expanding from the origin point. So practically her bullets are elemental and exploded. Good fun.

So a lot of people died or were rendered practically dead so let's get with the name. Ban's full name means White Lie in Gaelic as Nimh's means Poison (She isn't dead though.) Otto comes from Otto the great the first Holy Roman Emperor since Charlemagne.

Alright for Thank yous both one to LazyKatze for helping on the first P.O.V. and TCR as always for his total set of stellar edits of the ENTIRE THING HE IS SO GOOD. Also If you want more fantasy stuff to check out a new collab I have working with LazyKatze called "The Snow White Knight and the Red Rose" which you can reach through my profile.