Chapter 14: The Signing Ceremony
Winter's Secret Support (continued)
"With Winter's support confirmed, we should rethink our defensive posture," Odyn said as they rejoined their friends at the large oak table. The library's warm lighting cast gentle shadows across the scattered maps and documents detailing the upcoming ceremony.
Ruby looked up from where she'd been reviewing the venue layout. "What's this about Winter?"
Weiss explained her sister's long-standing support and her official position at the ceremony, along with General Ironwood's backing. The news visibly energized the group.
"This changes everything," Blake observed, amber eyes contemplative. "Winter's security detail gives us coverage in areas we couldn't access before."
Yang punched her palm enthusiastically. "That means we can focus our attention on the most likely points of interference rather than trying to cover everything."
"Precisely," Odyn agreed, leaning forward to indicate a section of the ceremonial hall on the blueprint. "According to the intelligence my royal guards have gathered, Jacques is most likely to attempt one of three disruptions."
He placed three markers on different points of the map as Weiss continued his thought. "Public denouncement during the ceremony itself, legal intervention through Atlas officials in his pocket, or—most concerning—activating the security override codes in the SDC-manufactured systems throughout the venue."
"The last one could cause everything from a simple power outage to a full security lockdown," Odyn added grimly. "My people would interpret such actions as hostile, particularly if anyone from the elven delegation were endangered."
Ren, who had remained thoughtfully silent until now, spoke up. "What about the delegation? How will they respond to these plans?"
"My father arrives tomorrow," Odyn said, his orange eyes reflecting resolve. "High King Berethon of Albanahr—along with thirty of our most influential nobles and a security contingent of royal guards. He needs to be informed of our trap immediately upon arrival."
"And you're certain he'll approve?" Nora asked, uncharacteristically serious. "I mean, no offense, but we're basically inviting trouble at a major diplomatic event."
Weiss and Odyn exchanged knowing glances before she answered. "The elven court has dealt with Jacques Schnee for twenty years. They've watched him systematically undermine every agreement while maintaining a veneer of proper business practices. This arrangement has persisted only because it benefits both sides—the SDC gets exclusive mining rights in elven territories, and Albanahr gains technological access and protection from grimm incursions."
Odyn nodded. "My father has waited patiently for Jacques to reveal his true intentions publicly, where they cannot be denied or concealed behind legal maneuvering. This ceremony provides that opportunity."
"So we're not just protecting the ceremony," Jaune realized. "We're setting a trap."
"Exactly," Weiss confirmed. "We anticipate my father's interference, but instead of merely preventing it, we'll expose it—with Atlas military witnesses present, international dignitaries watching, and media coverage that even the SDC's influence can't completely control."
Pyrrha studied the map thoughtfully. "For this to work, we need to appear vulnerable enough that Jacques believes his interference will succeed, while actually maintaining complete control of the situation."
"Which is why we haven't shared our full plans with anyone outside this room," Odyn explained. "Not even my royal guards know every detail."
"Until now," came a deep, resonant voice from the library entrance.
Everyone turned to see a tall, regal figure with dark brown skin, Cerulean Blue - Black hair fashioned in elaborate braids interwoven with platinum threads, and burning amber eyes that matched Odyn's. His ornate midnight-blue robes bore intricate silver embroidery that seemed to shift like starlight with each movement. Beside him stood a willowy female figure with a lighter shade of darkened brown skin and luminescent Lavender and indigo colored flowing hair like spun moonlight, her piercing silver eyes surveying the room with quiet intelligence.
"Father. Mother," Odyn said, immediately standing and offering a formal bow that the others quickly mirrored.
High King Berethon and High Queen Hyuuan of Albanahr moved into the room with fluid grace, three armored royal guards flanking them at a respectful distance.
"We decided to arrive early," Berethon explained, his accent subtle but his command of the language perfect. "It seems fortuitous that we did."
Weiss stepped forward and executed a flawless formal curtsy. "High King Berethon, High Queen Hyuuan, it is an honor to welcome you to Beacon."
The elven monarchs' severe expressions softened slightly as they regarded their future daughter-in-law. Queen Hyuuan spoke, her voice like water flowing over crystal. "The honor is ours, Lady Schnee. Your reputation for strategic thinking appears well-deserved." She gestured toward the table of plans. "Please, continue. We find ourselves intrigued by this... trap you've designed for your father."
Odyn recovered quickly from his surprise. "Of course, Mother, Father. We were just discussing contingencies for each potential form of interference."
"Tell me about the security override codes," Berethon requested, moving closer to examine the blueprint. "This appears to be the most concerning vulnerability."
Weiss nodded. "SDC technology is embedded throughout Atlas infrastructure, including this ceremonial hall. My father possesses master override protocols that could disrupt systems from communications to physical security."
"Winter has provided us with countermeasures," Odyn continued, "but we must assume Jacques has anticipated this and prepared alternatives."
The royal couple exchanged a meaningful glance before Queen Hyuuan spoke. "The elven court has not survived millennia without learning to recognize and counter such manipulations."
King Berethon's expression remained thoughtful as he studied the plans. After a moment of silence, he spoke with quiet authority. "We will inform the delegation of this situation, but in a manner that emphasizes opportunity rather than threat."
"Opportunity, Father?" Odyn questioned.
"For twenty years, we have honored an arrangement with a man we knew to be dishonorable," Berethon explained, his gaze moving between the assembled friends. "We did so because the alliance benefited our people and because we believed—correctly, it seems—that our son and the younger Schnee daughter might forge a genuine connection despite their fathers' politics."
Queen Hyuuan moved to stand beside her husband, her silver eyes settling on Weiss. "Your father believes all relationships are transactions, Lady Schnee. He cannot comprehend ties bound by loyalty rather than advantage. This blindspot has always been his weakness."
"And now we use that weakness against him," Blake observed.
"Indeed," Berethon agreed. "The elven delegation will understand this approach well. We have waited generations for human allies who see us as equals rather than resources or threats. This ceremony represents more than a union between two people—it symbolizes a new path forward."
Ruby stepped forward, silver eyes determined. "Your Majesties, I promise we'll make sure nothing goes wrong."
The royal couple regarded the young huntress with interest. "You must be Ruby Rose, the team leader Lady Schnee has written about," Queen Hyuuan said. When Ruby nodded, surprised, she continued, "Our son's letters speak highly of your tactical capabilities."
"The delegation will need to be prepared without appearing prepared," Pyrrha noted. "They should react naturally to any disruption, but without escalating the situation."
"A delicate balance," Berethon acknowledged. "Fortunately, elven court politics have given us considerable practice in appearing one way while being another." He turned to Odyn. "I assume you have contingencies for protecting the civilians and non-combatants?"
"Yes, Father. Professor Ozpin has granted us access to Beacon's emergency protocols, and General Ironwood's security team will coordinate with Winter's specialists."
Queen Hyuuan's silver eyes narrowed slightly. "Jacques underestimates how much the balance of power has shifted in Atlas. Ironwood's support is significant—as is Winter Schnee's position within the military hierarchy."
Weiss stepped forward again. "Your Majesties, there is one more element to our plan that you should be aware of."
"Go on," Berethon encouraged.
"We've arranged for the ceremony to be broadcast live across both Atlas and Mistral networks," she explained. "Any interference will be witnessed by millions, not just those physically present."
For the first time, genuine smiles crossed the royal couple's aristocratic features. "Brilliant," Berethon said simply. "Jacques expects a private humiliation he can control. Instead, he faces a public reckoning he cannot."
"There's still significant risk," Odyn cautioned. "If we miscalculate, this could damage relations between our peoples rather than strengthen them."
Queen Hyuuan placed a slender hand on her son's shoulder. "All meaningful alliances require courage, my son. The truly valuable ones are worth the risk they entail."
King Berethon nodded in agreement. "I have not maintained this alliance for twenty years to abandon it at the moment of its greatest promise." He glanced at Weiss. "Nor would we deny you both the future you have earned through your own merits, regardless of the arrangement that brought you together."
The elven king turned to address the entire group. "The elven delegation will follow your lead in this matter. We will present ourselves as focused entirely on ceremonial propriety, giving Jacques Schnee the impression of vulnerability he expects. Meanwhile," he added with a gleam in his amber eyes, "we will be prepared for his every move."
Queen Hyuuan's silver eyes gleamed with something that looked remarkably like anticipation. "I have personally selected twelve of our most gifted mages to attend as 'cultural representatives.' They will appear to be conducting ceremonial duties, but their true purpose will be to counter any technological disruptions."
"Elven magic against SDC technology?" Yang asked, clearly intrigued.
"Jacques Schnee understands dust and machines," the queen replied with elegant simplicity. "He knows nothing of the older powers that still flow through the veins of Remnant."
"And when he acts," Weiss concluded, "we'll be ready."
Berethon nodded, satisfaction evident in his expression. "Now, show us these security override countermeasures your sister has provided. I have some experience with SDC systems that might prove useful."
As the group gathered around the table, a new energy filled the room—the confidence of allies united not just by circumstance, but by choice and mutual respect. In two days, they would either cement a new future between their peoples or watch years of careful planning collapse.
For Odyn and Weiss, the stakes couldn't be higher. But glancing at one another across the table, surrounded by friends and family committed to their cause, they shared a quiet certainty that Jacques Schnee had already lost—he simply didn't know it yet.
Winter's Secret Support (continued)
News of the elven delegation's arrival spread through Beacon Academy like wildfire. Students lined the main avenue leading to the grand hall, eyes wide with curiosity and excitement as the procession approached.
The delegation made an impressive sight as they walked the path. High King Berethon led the way, his resemblance to Odyn unmistakable—the same darkened bown skin and burning amber eyes, though weathered by centuries of rule. His Cerulean Blue - Black hair, more extensively braided than his son's, caught the sunlight as he moved with the dignified bearing befitting his station. Beside him walked High Queen Hyuuan, her darkened brown skin and luminescent Lavender- Indigo colored hair seeming to shimmer as she gracefully acknowledged the gathered students with slight nods.
Just behind the royal couple walked Lailah, the queen's sister. Her posture and vigilant gaze marked her clearly as the queen's bodyguard despite her formal attire. Few at Beacon would have guessed her secret connection to Qrow Branwen, though Ruby and Yang exchanged knowing glances as she passed.
Team JNPR stood at attention near the front of the gathering. Pyrrha observed the delegation with professional interest, while Nora barely contained her excitement.
"They're so elegant," Jaune whispered, watching as Xander and Valvaderhn Arkham passed by—two brothers with similar features but distinctly different demeanors. Both had the characteristic darkened brown skin of their race, though Xander's bore ceremonial markings across his temples while Valvaderhn's arms displayed intricate silver tattoos that seemed to capture the light.
"Those are Saibyrh's brothers," Ren explained quietly to his teammates. "The Arkham family has served the royal house for generations."
Behind them came Drezdan, his elaborate robes marking him as a noble of high standing, his expression cool and appraising as he surveyed the academy grounds. He walked alongside an elderly elf whose wisdom was etched into every line of his ancient face. Even those unfamiliar with elven culture could sense the respect accorded to Elder Randolph by the rest of the delegation.
"That's their teacher," Velvet whispered to her teammates in Team CVFY, her rabbit ears twitching slightly as she strained to hear the hushed conversations among the elves. "He trained Odyn and the other royal children when they were young."
Coco adjusted her sunglasses, observing the procession with characteristic cool. "They certainly know how to make an entrance."
Even Team CRDL, normally dismissive of anything they deemed unusual, stood in respectful silence as the elven guards—tall, imposing figures in armor that seemed to be made of liquid midnight—flanked the procession.
Weiss and Odyn stood at the entrance to the grand hall alongside Professor Ozpin and Glynda Goodwitch. As the delegation approached, Odyn stepped forward to formally greet his parents with a deep bow that combined respect with genuine warmth.
"Your Majesties," he said, voice carrying clearly in the sudden hush that had fallen over the assembled students. "Beacon Academy welcomes you and the noble representatives of Albanahr."
High King Berethon placed his hands on his son's shoulders, the gesture both formal and affectionate. "Prince Odyn," he replied, his deep voice carrying easily. "We are pleased to find you well."
Weiss stepped forward and executed another flawless curtsy. "High King Berethon, High Queen Hyuuan, esteemed delegates of Albanahr. On behalf of Beacon Academy, we welcome you to Vale."
Queen Hyuuan's silver eyes warmed as she regarded her future daughter-in-law. "Lady Schnee," she acknowledged. "Your hospitality honors us."
Professor Ozpin moved forward then, his calm presence drawing attention. "Perhaps we should continue this welcome inside," he suggested smoothly. "I believe there are matters best discussed away from the open air."
The subtle tension in his words wasn't lost on the elven delegation. Elder Randolph's ancient eyes narrowed slightly as he exchanged glances with Lailah, who had already begun scanning the surroundings with increased vigilance.
"Indeed," King Berethon agreed. "We have much to discuss before tomorrow's ceremony."
As the delegation moved inside, Weiss noticed Xander Arkham lingering slightly to address Saibyrh, who had been standing with Team RWBY. Their brief exchange was too quiet to overhear, but the family resemblance was striking as the brothers clasped forearms in greeting.
Once inside the privacy of Beacon's grand conference chamber, the formality eased somewhat. Elder Randolph immediately moved to Odyn and Weiss, his weathered hands reaching for theirs.
"My students," he said, his voice carrying the texture of ancient parchment. "It does my heart good to see you standing together as equals rather than diplomatic pawns."
Odyn smiled warmly at his childhood mentor. "Master Randolph, your teachings prepared me for far more than just court etiquette, it seems."
"Indeed," the elder replied with a knowing smile. "Though I doubt I covered 'trapping hostile business magnates' in our diplomatic relations lessons."
This broke the tension, and soft laughter rippled through the delegation. Queen Hyuuan approached Weiss directly, her silver eyes searching.
"You have your sister's resolve," she observed quietly. "Winter Schnee has impressed our court attaché on the occasions we've met. It seems strength runs in your bloodline—despite your father's attempts to control it."
Before Weiss could respond, Lailah had moved closer, her stance protective even in this seemingly safe environment. "Speaking of control, perhaps we should discuss the security measures directly," she suggested. Her eyes briefly flicked to the window where, if one looked carefully, a black bird could be seen perched on a nearby branch.
Valvaderhn Arkham stepped forward, his voice surprisingly gentle for his imposing presence. "The king and queen have informed us of your... anticipatory strategy. A bold approach."
"Some might say reckless," added Drezdan with a slight frown. "Deliberately baiting Jacques Schnee risks more than just a disrupted ceremony."
"And yet," Elder Randolph interjected, "sometimes the most direct path requires walking straight into the storm rather than attempting to circle it."
King Berethon gestured for everyone to be seated around the large conference table. "Let us review these plans in detail. If we are to spring a trap, all must understand their roles precisely."
As maps and documents were spread across the table, Ozpin and Goodwitch exchanged glances. This was no ordinary wedding preparation—it was a carefully orchestrated diplomatic maneuver years in the making.
"Winter's forces will be positioned here and here," Weiss indicated on the map. "General Ironwood has approved her security detail personally, ensuring they answer only to her chain of command."
Lailah studied the positioning with a professional eye. "Clever. And the SDC security personnel Jacques insists upon?"
"Deliberately placed where they can observe but not easily interfere," Odyn explained.
Xander Arkham leaned forward, examining the technical specifications. "These override codes your sister provided—they'll work for standard SDC systems, but what about specialized equipment? Jacques is nothing if not thorough."
"That," Queen Hyuuan said with subtle satisfaction, "is where our contribution becomes essential." She gestured to several members of the delegation who had remained quietly in the background. "Our mages have been studying SDC technology for years. Dust-based systems may be immune to conventional hacking, but they respond quite predictably to certain... older energies."
Drezdan's expression shifted from skepticism to grudging approval. "So when Jacques attempts to activate his override protocols..."
"His systems will appear to malfunction naturally," the queen confirmed. "No direct confrontation, no obvious elven intervention."
"Plausible deniability," Elder Randolph noted with appreciation. "The same principle I taught you three when you were caught stealing sweet rolls from the royal kitchen." His eyes twinkled with mischief as he glanced between Odyn and the Arkham siblings.
Valvaderhn actually chuckled at the memory. "As I recall, Saibyrh took the blame for that entirely."
"And I've never let him forget it," Saibyrh called from where she stood with Team RWBY.
High King Berethon's expression grew serious once more. "The physical security is well-planned, but what of the legal maneuvers? Jacques will not limit himself to technological interference."
"That's where Winter's other contribution comes in," Weiss explained. "Through General Ironwood, she's arranged for Judge Adalwin to preside over the ceremony."
This news visibly impressed several members of the delegation. Drezdan actually smiled. "The only judge in Atlas who has ever ruled against SDC interests and retained his position. Impressive."
"And the media presence?" Queen Hyuuan inquired.
"Confirmed," Odyn replied. "Live coverage across multiple networks. Any disruption will be witnessed by millions."
The high king nodded slowly, satisfaction evident in his expression. "Then it seems our young strategists have indeed thought of everything." He turned to address the entire room. "Tomorrow, we present ourselves as what we are—honored guests celebrating a union between our peoples. We will conduct ourselves with all the ceremony and dignity expected of Albanahr."
Queen Hyuuan continued her husband's thought seamlessly. "While remaining prepared for Jacques Schnee's inevitable attempt to assert control over what he considers his property—both corporate and familial."
"And when he acts," Elder Randolph concluded, "he will find himself outmaneuvered not by elven magic or military might, but by the very public scrutiny he has spent decades avoiding."
As the meeting continued into the specifics of positioning and protocols, Weiss found herself approached by Lailah, who spoke softly so that only she could hear.
"Your sister sends a message," the elven bodyguard murmured. "She says to tell you that your mother has been informed of tomorrow's true purpose. She will not interfere."
Weiss's eyes widened slightly at this unexpected news. "My mother knows? But how did Winter—"
"Some questions are better left for after tomorrow's success," Lailah replied with the ghost of a smile. "For now, know that you have more allies than you realized."
Across the room, Odyn was engaged in conversation with his father and the Arkham brothers, their expressions serious as they reviewed security protocols. Outside, teams JNPR, CVFY, and even CRDL continued their assigned duties, preparing Beacon's grounds for the historic ceremony to come.
And somewhere in Atlas, Jacques Schnee reviewed his own plans, unaware that what he believed to be his moment of triumph was instead a carefully constructed stage for his public undoing—orchestrated by the very daughter he had repeatedly underestimated and the allies she had gathered through her own merit rather than his influence.
Winter's Secret Support (continued)
The dawn broke over Beacon Academy with unusual clarity, as if the world itself recognized the significance of the day. The ceremonial hall had been transformed overnight—elven luminaries hung from graceful arches, their soft blue-silver light complementing the traditional white and gold decorations of an Atlas formal ceremony.
Jacques Schnee arrived precisely three hours before the scheduled ceremony, his private airship landing on the designated pad with the SDC logo prominently displayed. His security detail—twelve men in immaculate suits with earpieces and concealed weapons—fanned out as he descended the ramp, his posture rigid and his expression cold.
"Sir," his head of security approached, tablet in hand. "We've completed the preliminary sweep. The SDC systems are all accessible through your override protocols."
Jacques nodded curtly. "And my daughter?"
"Miss Schnee has been in the east preparation chamber since dawn. Winter Schnee arrived thirty minutes ago and joined her."
A flicker of annoyance crossed Jacques' face at the mention of his elder daughter. "And the elven delegation?"
"That's the complication, sir," the security chief replied, lowering his voice. "They arrived yesterday afternoon. The entire royal court is already on site, including their security forces."
Jacques stopped midstride. "Yesterday? They weren't scheduled to arrive until two hours before the ceremony." His eyes narrowed. "Who authorized this change?"
"Professor Ozpin personally welcomed them. According to our sources, it was a last-minute decision by the elven king himself."
Jacques carefully controlled his expression, but a muscle worked in his jaw. This was an unexpected complication. His plans had been predicated on having a window of opportunity before the elven royalty arrived—a chance to implement certain "technical difficulties" that would force a postponement without appearing to be direct interference.
"It seems our timetable has changed," he said smoothly, checking his watch. "Initiate Protocol Dust-Winter."
"Sir?" The security chief looked momentarily confused. "That's the backup contingency. Are you certain you want to—"
"Did I stutter?" Jacques cut him off coldly. "The primary protocol assumes conditions that no longer exist. Adapt accordingly."
"Yes, sir. Right away."
As his security team dispersed to implement the revised plan, Jacques continued toward the main building, his mind racing through contingencies. The early arrival of the elven delegation was problematic but not insurmountable. Protocol Dust-Winter was less elegant—it involved a legal maneuver rather than a technical one—but it would accomplish the same goal of delaying the ceremony until he could renegotiate terms.
Inside the grand hall, Jacques was immediately struck by the heightened activity. Atlas military personnel in dress uniforms moved with purpose among Beacon staff, while robed elven figures conversed in small groups. The atmosphere was not the controlled chaos he had anticipated, but rather the smooth operation of a meticulously organized event.
"Mr. Schnee." The voice came from behind him. Jacques turned to find General Ironwood standing there, perfectly composed in his formal military attire.
"James," Jacques replied with practiced cordiality. "I'm surprised to see you personally overseeing security. I would have thought this event beneath your direct attention."
Ironwood's expression remained neutral. "The first official union between a Schnee and Albanahr royalty warrants my presence, wouldn't you agree? Particularly given the live broadcast to two kingdoms."
Jacques blinked. "Live broadcast?"
"Of course," Ironwood replied, as if surprised by the question. "The ceremony will be transmitted across Atlas and Mistral networks. Didn't Weiss inform you? It was her idea, apparently. Something about ensuring the historic nature of the alliance is properly documented."
Before Jacques could respond, a flurry of movement near the eastern entrance caught his attention. High King Berethon and High Queen Hyuuan had entered, accompanied by an entourage that included not just guards but what appeared to be elven nobles and officials. Their presence was commanding—not just in their regal bearing but in the way other attendees immediately deferred to them.
"If you'll excuse me," Ironwood said, "I should greet Their Majesties."
Left alone, Jacques quickly accessed his scroll, typing a rapid message to his head of security: "Status on D-W protocol?"
The response came moments later: "Delay. Judge Adalwin presiding, not Judge Harmon as expected. Legal filing requires adjustment."
Jacques's grip on his scroll tightened imperceptibly. Judge Adalwin was notoriously resistant to SDC influence—a fact that couldn't possibly be coincidental. He looked up, scanning the hall with new awareness. The placement of Atlas military personnel, the elven guards positioned at key junctures, even the media setup—all of it suddenly seemed less like standard event security and more like... a prepared defense.
As this realization dawned, he caught sight of Winter across the hall, engaged in conversation with an elven woman whose stance marked her clearly as military. His elder daughter wore her specialist uniform, the formal version reserved for diplomatic functions, and her expression was composed and professional. Yet there was something in her demeanor—a quiet confidence that struck him as uncharacteristically personal for an official duty.
Jacques changed direction, moving toward a side corridor where he could make a private call. As he reached the hallway entrance, he found his path blocked by three figures—Xander and Valvaderhn Arkham flanking an elderly elf whose simple robes belied the authority evident in his ancient eyes.
"Mr. Schnee," the elder said, his voice surprisingly strong despite his apparent age. "I am Randolph, teacher to Prince Odyn. I don't believe we've had the pleasure."
Jacques concealed his impatience behind a practiced business smile. "A pleasure to meet you. If you'll excuse me, I have an urgent matter to attend to before the ceremony."
He attempted to step around them, but Valvaderhn shifted slightly, blocking his path with a movement so smooth it could almost be mistaken for accidental.
"Forgive us," Xander said with flawless politeness. "The king has requested that family members proceed to the ceremonial anteroom for the traditional meeting of houses. As father of the bride, your presence is required immediately."
"I wasn't informed of this... tradition," Jacques replied, his tone cooling.
Elder Randolph smiled. "The blending of Atlas and Albanahr customs is complex. Fortunately, both Lady Schnee and Prince Odyn have prepared a comprehensive briefing for all participants." His ancient eyes twinkled with something that looked remarkably like amusement. "We wouldn't want any... misunderstandings... to disrupt the harmony of the day."
Jacques found himself escorted to the anteroom, effectively separated from his security team. His scroll vibrated with an incoming message, but with the elven nobles flanking him, he couldn't check it without revealing his concerns.
The anteroom itself presented another surprise. Not only were High King Berethon and High Queen Hyuuan present, but so was a quiet, elegant woman whose presence Jacques had not anticipated.
"Willow," he said, genuine shock briefly cracking his composed facade.
His wife stood beside Winter, dressed not in her usual subdued attire but in a formal gown that echoed the colors of both the Schnee family and, subtly, the royal house of Albanahr. Her posture was straight, her eyes clear—showing none of the hazy disconnection that had characterized her for years.
"Jacques," she replied, her voice steady. "The king and queen were just explaining the elven custom of parental blessing before the formal ceremony."
High King Berethon stepped forward, his imposing presence somehow filling the room despite his measured movements. "Mr. Schnee. We are pleased you could join us for this important tradition."
Jacques quickly recovered his composure. "Of course. The Schnee family values tradition as well." His eyes swept the room, noting the strategic positioning of everyone present. Winter stood slightly behind her mother, her posture subtly protective. The king and queen had positioned themselves so that Willow was effectively under their protection as well.
A pattern was emerging, and Jacques didn't care for it at all.
His scroll vibrated again, and this time he made a show of checking it. The message from his security chief was brief but alarming: "All override access denied. Military protocols in place. Media already broadcasting pre-ceremony coverage. Awaiting instructions."
Jacques looked up to find High Queen Hyuuan watching him, her silver eyes too perceptive for comfort.
"Is everything alright, Mr. Schnee?" she asked with perfect courtesy. "You seem concerned."
"Not at all," he replied smoothly. "Simply ensuring that all the arrangements meet our standards. The Schnee name represents excellence in all things."
"Indeed," the queen replied. "Which is why we are so pleased to welcome your daughter into our family. Her excellence is self-evident—in her academic achievements, her combat prowess, and her diplomatic skills."
There was something in the way she emphasized "her" that raised Jacques' hackles. Before he could respond, the door opened again, and Weiss entered.
She was resplendent in a gown that blended Atlas white with subtle elements of elven design—silver embroidery that seemed to shift with her movement, and accent colors in the deep blue that matched Odyn's hair, Her hair was arranged in an elegant style that incorporated both Atlas formality and elven braiding techniques.
But it was her expression that caught Jacques off guard. There was no nervousness, no hesitation—only absolute certainty and a quiet strength that reminded him, uncomfortably, of Willow in the early years of their marriage, before he had systematically dismantled her confidence.
"Father," Weiss said, her voice clear and steady. "I'm glad you could join us for the private blessing ceremony."
Jacques assessed the situation rapidly. The room contained the elven monarchs, Willow, Winter, and now Weiss—plus the three elven nobles who had escorted him here. His security team was elsewhere, his technical override protocols apparently neutralized, and the ceremony was already being broadcast to multiple kingdoms.
Whatever leverage he had planned to exert had been systematically eliminated before he even arrived.
As this realization settled, he noticed something else—a small smile playing at the corners of Winter's mouth. Not the polite, professional expression she typically maintained in his presence, but something personal. Satisfied.
In that moment, Jacques Schnee understood that he had been outmaneuvered completely. The early arrival of the elven delegation wasn't a complication to his plan—it was part of someone else's.
And as his gaze moved between his daughters—Weiss standing tall in her ceremonial gown, Winter watching with that subtle, knowing smile—Jacques Schnee realized exactly whose plan it had been all along.
Winter's Secret Support (continued)
The main ceremonial hall of Beacon had been transformed into a blend of Atlas elegance and elven mystique. Crystal chandeliers bathed the space in warm light, complemented by the soft glow of elven luminaries that seemed to float at various heights throughout the hall. The seating arrangement formed a semicircle around a raised dais where an ornate table held the ancient engagement scrolls—one from the Schnee family archives, and another bound in midnight blue leather with silver inscriptions from the royal house of Albanahr.
Judge Adalwin, a stern man with silver hair and piercing eyes that had seen through corporate obfuscation for decades, stood ready at the center of the dais. To one side, a small orchestra played a subtle blend of traditional Atlas ceremonial music interwoven with the haunting melodies of elven instruments.
Media cameras positioned throughout the hall captured everything from multiple angles, broadcasting live to audiences across Atlas and Mistral. Representatives from Vale and Vacuo media outlets were also present, recognizing the historic significance of the union.
Jacques Schnee had been escorted to his designated seat in the front row beside Willow. His expression remained controlled, but those who knew him well could see the calculated assessment in his eyes as he scanned the room repeatedly, looking for any opportunity to regain control of the situation.
High King Berethon and High Queen Hyuuan sat directly opposite the Schnees, their regal presence drawing respectful glances from the assembled guests. Behind them, arranged in precise formation, sat the elven noble houses—Drezdan with his characteristic composed expression, Elder Randolph whose ancient eyes missed nothing, and the Arkham family representatives whose posture matched the royal guards stationed throughout the hall.
Lailah stood at the queen's right shoulder, her vigilant gaze sweeping the room continuously. Each time her eyes passed over Jacques, those close enough might have noticed a subtle tightening of her expression—a recognition of the threat he represented not just to the ceremony but to the futures of both Odyn and Weiss.
Winter had positioned herself strategically between the military delegation and her family, her formal specialist uniform marking her as both Schnee and Atlas military—a bridge between worlds that paralleled the ceremony itself.
A hush fell over the assembly as Odyn entered from the right side of the hall. He was resplendent in formal elven attire—midnight blue robes with intricate silver embroidery that caught the light with each movement, creating an impression of stars shifting against the night sky. The traditional circlet of the high prince rested on his brow, the deep brown of his skin contrasting with his deep blue-black hair, which had been elaborately braided in the royal style.
Jacques' lips thinned almost imperceptibly at the sight of the elven prince. Elder Randolph, who had been watching the Schnee patriarch carefully, leaned over to whisper to Drezdan.
"The father's disdain is written in every line of his body," the ancient elf observed quietly. "He cannot even hide it on this day."
Drezdan nodded slightly. "His prejudice against our kind runs deeper than politics or business. Note how he avoids looking directly at the prince's skin."
"A weakness we can exploit," Valvaderhn murmured from Drezdan's other side. "He believes his technological and financial superiority compensates for what he sees as our... inferiority."
A subtle smile touched Elder Randolph's ancient lips. "He fails to understand that we have dealt with such prejudice for millennia. We have outlasted empires built on such flawed foundations."
From the left side of the hall, Weiss appeared. A collective intake of breath rippled through the audience at the sight of her. Her gown combined Atlas tradition with elven artistry—layers of pristine white silk flowing like water around her, accented with silver embroidery that matched Odyn's. Rather than the traditional Schnee tiara, she wore a delicate circlet that echoed Odyn's, marking her as his equal and partner.
Jacques' expression hardened further at this visible symbol of his daughter's allegiance. Willow, seated beside him, straightened almost imperceptibly, her gaze fixed on her daughter with quiet pride.
As Weiss and Odyn approached the dais from opposite sides, the music shifted to a harmonious blend of both cultural traditions, neither dominating the other. They met at the center, their movements perfectly synchronized as they turned to face Judge Adalwin together.
"We gather today," the judge began, his voice carrying easily through the hall and to the millions watching across Remnant, "to witness and record the formal engagement between Princess Weiss Schnee of Atlas and High Prince Odyn of Albanahr—a union that represents not merely the joining of two individuals, but the alliance of two cultures, two traditions, and two futures."
The ceremonial scrolls were unfurled simultaneously by attendants from both houses. The Schnee document was crisp and modern despite its traditional language, the company logo subtly watermarked in the background. The elven scroll, by contrast, appeared ancient and mystical, the parchment seeming to shimmer with an inner light as its silver script caught the illumination from above.
"The engagement contract," Judge Adalwin continued, "has been prepared according to the laws of both Atlas and the sovereign nation of Albanahr. It establishes the terms of alliance between the Schnee Dust Company and the Kingdom of Albanahr, as well as the personal commitment between Princess Weiss and Prince Odyn."
Jacques shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes narrowing at the judge's careful wording. By explicitly stating "the sovereign nation of Albanahr," Judge Adalwin had publicly confirmed the elven kingdom's legal status—something the SDC had carefully avoided acknowledging in previous contracts, preferring to treat them as a "regional interest" rather than an independent nation with full rights.
High Queen Hyuuan's silver eyes flicked briefly to Jacques, noting his reaction. She leaned slightly toward her husband, whispering something that caused the high king to nod imperceptibly. The elven court had expected this reaction—had, in fact, deliberately worked with Judge Adalwin to ensure this particular phrasing.
"Before the signing," the judge continued, "representatives of both families will come forward to witness and bless the union."
This was the moment Jacques had been waiting for—his opportunity to speak publicly. He rose smoothly from his seat, straightening his immaculate white suit as he approached the dais. Willow remained seated, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
High King Berethon and High Queen Hyuuan rose with fluid grace, their movements so perfectly coordinated they seemed to flow rather than walk to the dais. The contrast between Jacques' rigid posture and the elven monarchs' natural elegance was not lost on the watching audience.
"As representatives of the houses to be joined," Judge Adalwin stated, "you are invited to offer your blessing and any words you wish to share before the formal signing."
Jacques stepped forward first, his expression composed into what the business world recognized as his "public benefactor" face—benevolent and dignified.
"As head of the Schnee family and chairman of the Schnee Dust Company," he began, his voice modulated to project both authority and warmth, "I stand before you today to witness my daughter's engagement to Prince Odyn of Albanahr."
He turned slightly to face the cameras directly, a subtle movement that didn't escape the elven observers.
"The Schnee Dust Company has always been committed to progress and partnership. This alliance represents an unprecedented opportunity for cooperation between our organizations and our peoples."
Those who knew Jacques well—including Weiss and Winter—recognized the careful choice of words. He spoke of "organizations" and "partnership" rather than family or union, framing the entire ceremony in business terms that could later be renegotiated or dissolved if necessary.
"I look forward to working closely with Albanahr in the years ahead," Jacques concluded, his smile never reaching his eyes as he glanced briefly at Odyn, his gaze sliding away from the prince's deep brown skin almost immediately. "I offer my... blessing... to this engagement."
The slight hesitation before "blessing" was subtle but unmistakable to the elven delegation, who had spent centuries reading the microexpressions of potential allies and enemies alike.
High King Berethon stepped forward next, his imposing presence somehow filling the space that Jacques had occupied moments before.
"As High King of Albanahr and father of Prince Odyn," he began, his deep voice resonating with natural authority, "I stand before you not merely as a ruler, but as a father whose son has found a worthy partner in Princess Weiss."
His amber eyes—so like Odyn's—met Weiss's directly, his gaze warm with genuine approval.
"The people of Albanahr have remained separate from the kingdoms of Remnant for generations, choosing solitude over subjugation, preservation over prejudice." The king's words were measured but pointed, the subtle reference to historical discrimination against elven communities not lost on the educated portions of the audience.
"Today marks not merely a business arrangement between houses, but a bridge between cultures that have too long remained distant. In Princess Weiss, we recognize not just the heir to a commercial empire, but a young woman of remarkable character, skill, and determination."
Jacques' expression tightened almost imperceptibly at this direct praise of Weiss as an individual rather than as a Schnee asset.
High Queen Hyuuan stepped forward to stand beside her husband. "Our blessing extends not merely to the political alliance this engagement represents, but to the personal bond between Weiss and Odyn—a bond forged through mutual respect, shared values, and genuine affection."
Her silver eyes moved deliberately to Jacques as she added, "In Albanahr, we believe that true alliances cannot be sustained through contracts alone. They must be nurtured through understanding, equality, and the recognition that differences in appearance or tradition are not barriers but opportunities for growth."
The emphasis on "differences in appearance" was subtle but clear—a direct acknowledgment of the prejudice the dark-skinned elves had faced throughout Remnant's history, and a pointed reference to Jacques' barely concealed disdain.
The hall remained silent as the queen's words settled over the assembly. In that moment, every elven member of the delegation maintained perfect composure, but those watching closely might have noticed the satisfied gleam in Elder Randolph's ancient eyes or the subtle nod of approval from Lailah.
"We now proceed to the signing of the engagement scrolls," Judge Adalwin announced, seemingly oblivious to the layers of meaning and counter-meaning being exchanged before him. "Prince Odyn and Princess Weiss will sign first, followed by the witnesses from each family."
Odyn and Weiss stepped forward together. The ceremonial pens they used were works of art themselves—Weiss's crafted from Dust-infused silver, Odyn's from an ancient elven wood that seemed to glow softly with an inner light.
As they signed, the cameras focused on their hands—Weiss's pale fingers moving with practiced precision, Odyn's dark brown skinned hand executing the flowing script of elven calligraphy. The visual contrast between them was striking, yet there was a natural harmony in their movements, a synchronicity that spoke of hours spent practicing together.
When they finished, they exchanged pens—Weiss now signing the elven scroll with Odyn's pen, while he signed the Atlas document with hers. This exchange, not part of the traditional ceremony, had been their own addition—a symbol of their willingness to embrace each other's cultures fully.
High King Berethon and High Queen Hyuuan signed next, their movements fluid and graceful. When Jacques' turn came, those watching closely noted the momentary tightening of his jaw as he was handed the pen Odyn had used—the elven wood warm against his fingers. He signed quickly, his usual flourish slightly less pronounced than in his business signatures.
Willow had been expected to sign as the final witness, but to Jacques' visible surprise, Winter stepped forward instead.
"As designated representative of the Schnee family," Winter stated clearly, her military posture perfect as she addressed Judge Adalwin, "I have been authorized to serve as the second witness."
Jacques' expression flickered with momentary shock before settling into rigid control. This was an unexpected deviation—one that would be much harder to challenge later, as Winter's legal standing was unimpeachable.
Judge Adalwin merely nodded, having been prepared for this substitution. "Specialist Winter Schnee, you may proceed."
Winter signed both documents with perfect precision, her signature as crisp as her uniform. As she returned to her position, she caught Weiss's eye, the briefest smile passing between the sisters.
"The engagement scrolls have been properly executed according to the laws and traditions of both Atlas and Albanahr," Judge Adalwin announced. "They will be registered with both governments immediately following this ceremony, with copies provided to all signing parties."
Jacques' eyes narrowed slightly at this declaration. Typical engagement contracts were held by the families until the actual wedding, giving ample time for private renegotiation or even dissolution if necessary. By immediately registering the documents with both governments, Judge Adalwin had effectively eliminated any opportunity for Jacques to quietly modify terms or pressure Weiss into changes.
"By the authority vested in me by the Kingdom of Atlas and with the recognition of the sovereign nation of Albanahr," the judge continued, "I hereby officially proclaim the engagement of Princess Weiss Schnee and High Prince Odyn. May their union bring prosperity and understanding to both their peoples."
Applause filled the hall as Odyn and Weiss turned to face the assembled guests. The official portion of the ceremony was complete—the engagement formally recognized and legally binding.
As they descended from the dais, Jacques intercepted them, his expression composed into a mask of paternal approval for the benefit of the cameras still recording every moment.
"Congratulations, Weiss," he said, his voice carrying just far enough for those nearby to hear. "I look forward to discussing the additional considerations we'll need to address before the actual wedding."
Before Weiss could respond, High Queen Hyuuan appeared at her side with impeccable timing.
"Mr. Schnee," she said, her silver eyes holding his gaze directly, "in elven tradition, the period between engagement and marriage is considered sacred—a time for the betrothed to deepen their connection without outside interference." Her smile was polite but unwavering. "Any 'additional considerations' would traditionally be discussed after the union is complete."
Jacques recognized the implicit message—he was being politely but firmly warned against attempting to modify the agreement. His eyes flicked briefly to Odyn, whose composed expression revealed nothing of his thoughts.
"Cultural differences are so... educational," Jacques replied smoothly, though those who knew him could detect the edge beneath his words. "I look forward to learning more about elven traditions in the coming months."
Elder Randolph appeared beside the high queen, his ancient eyes twinkling with what might have been mischief or threat—the line between them often blurred in elven court politics.
"The history of relations between our peoples is indeed fascinating," the elder said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. "I would be delighted to provide you with comprehensive documentation of past agreements—and how they were honored or... reinterpreted... by various parties."
The subtle emphasis on "reinterpreted" was not lost on Jacques, whose business practices had often involved creative readings of contractual obligations.
"That won't be necessary," Jacques replied, his tone cooling slightly. "The SDC maintains excellent records."
"As do we," Elder Randolph countered with a serene smile. "Our archives are quite thorough, dating back to the first encounters between humans and elves—including detailed accounts of those who attempted to... renegotiate after the fact."
Jacques recognized the verbal chess match for what it was—a clear message that the elven court was well aware of his potential plans to undermine the engagement later. His expression hardened momentarily before he composed it once more.
"If you'll excuse me," he said with practiced courtesy, "I should greet some of our other guests."
As Jacques moved away, Weiss released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Odyn's hand found hers, his touch warm and reassuring.
"Your father," High Queen Hyuuan observed quietly, "views our kind as he views all things—as resources to be managed rather than equals to be respected."
"His prejudice is both personal and political," Elder Randolph added, his ancient eyes following Jacques' retreating figure. "He cannot see beyond the color of our skin to recognize the civilization that has existed longer than his company, his kingdom, or even his bloodline."
"He will try again," Weiss acknowledged, her voice low but steady. "This ceremony hasn't changed his fundamental beliefs or ambitions."
"No," the queen agreed, "but it has limited his options considerably. Every word, every signature was witnessed not just by those in this hall, but by millions across Remnant." Her silver eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "And the elven delegation will remain in Atlas for the traditional three months following an engagement—plenty of time to ensure your father understands the consequences of attempting to manipulate or control you through his 'normal means.'"
Odyn's expression remained composed, but Weiss could feel the tension in his hand. "My father's prejudice has always been his weakness," she said quietly. "He cannot understand alliances built on respect rather than advantage."
"A common failing among those who believe their wealth or status makes them superior," Elder Randolph observed. "They cannot comprehend that true strength comes from understanding and embracing differences, not exploiting them."
"And now?" Odyn asked, his gaze moving to where Jacques stood conversing with Atlas business leaders, his expression once again the perfect mask of corporate benevolence.
"Now," High Queen Hyuuan replied with quiet confidence, "we proceed exactly as planned. Your father believes he has merely lost a battle. He does not yet realize that the war itself has already been decided."
As the reception began in earnest, the elven delegation dispersed throughout the hall with careful precision—always maintaining sight lines to Jacques, always present in any conversation he attempted to initiate with potential allies. Their quiet vigilance was a message in itself—one that Jacques Schnee, despite his prejudice, could not fail to understand.
His daughter was now under the protection of Albanahr, and any attempt to reassert control through his "normal means" would be met with resistance from a civilization that had perfected the art of subtle warfare centuries before the SDC was even conceived.
For the first time in decades, Jacques Schnee found himself outmaneuvered not just politically or legally, but culturally—by a people whose very existence he had dismissively categorized as a business opportunity rather than a sovereign power.
And as he watched Weiss and Odyn move through the reception with natural grace, their hands still linked, Jacques Schnee began to understand that his prejudice had led him to his most significant miscalculation yet.
To be continued in Chapter 15: Political Chess & Family Revelations