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A Song of Ice and Fire Cut Short by Dust (RWBY in Westeros)

Chapter 62: Revelations Part II New
Chapter 62: Revelations Part II

'The Renaissance of Magic, also known as the Return of Magic, started during the time of the Ruby Order, and while most scholars of the arcane arts consider the hatching of the dragons by Princess Daenerys Targaryen the event that, if it didn't not cause it, then it marked it beyond all doubt, some consider the arrival of the Four Maidens as such. Needless to say, that opinion neglects that the Four Maidens did not use magic for their feats, as I have demonstrated conclusively - the failure of countless sorcerers to duplicate their supposed magic proves this beyond any doubt. However, this belief might have been responsible for certain changes in the Faith's stance towards magic that started in this era as well.'
  • A Treatise On The Ruby Order, by Maester Kennet Bracken


*****

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

Standing next to Hunter, almost but not quite next to Joram - he was standing behind, but to the side of the guardsman - Bran Stark stared at the three visitors waiting to enter the Tower of the Hand. They were Children of the Forest. Like in the tales of Old Nan. Small - barely taller than Bran himself, and with brown skin. But not like the Dornish, or the people from the Summer Islands, more like nuts. And they had brighter spots! And they were wearing clothes made of leaves! He had thought Team Ruby returning was already great - he had missed them - but this was even better! Children of the Forest! No one had ever seen one of them in ages! And now three of them were here, in front of the tower! In front of Bran!

"Stand back, m'lord," he heard Joram whisper.

"It's fine," Bran replied, not taking his eyes off the three Children. If they were a threat, Hunter would be growling at them. And his wolf wasn't worried at all; they smelled like friends. "Oh!" He noticed that they only had three fingers on each hand, and claws instead of nails when the leader of them raked her fingers through her reddish-brown hair like Sansa did sometimes, when she hadn't a comb with her. It showed off her large ears. The Child's, not Sansa's. And it didn't disturb the flowers and twigs in her mane.

The Child met his eyes, and he stared at her green-gold eyes. Slitted like a cat.

His breath hitched a little; he had never seen so pretty eyes. And she smelled so good. Like a field of blooming flowers.

"M'lord!" Joram repeated himself, and Hunter moved a bit, to place himself between them so Joram couldn't grab Bran.

"We are no threat to the young Stark," the Child spoke up. Her voice sounded… different. But good. She was still looking at him, Bran noticed. She must be their leader - she was standing in front of the other two.

And she knew he was a Stark? "I'm Bran Stark," he said, smiling. "And this is Hunter, my wolf."

"I know," she replied. "I've seen you." She tilted her head to the side and forward, like a skewed bow, of sorts. "You can call me Leaf; my real name would be too long for you to say."

"Try me!" Bran blurted out at once. "I'm good with names!"

She laughed at that, and Bran couldn't help remembering a few old songs he had heard; she really had a voice like a songbird. "It is too long, and you do not speak our tongue. Leaf will be enough."

He pouted. He didn't need to be treated like a child.

She laughed again. "No adult could say my true name, either, Bran."

Oh. He blinked. How had she known what he had been thinking? And… "You've seen us?" he asked, frowning a little. "Me and Hunter?"

She nodded. "Yes. And your siblings. Your pack."

"M'lord!" Joram sounded tense now. Bran glanced around. The other guards were tense, too.

"They don't mean us harm," he said. Then he remembered. Guestright! The Children should have received guestright when they entered the keep. But the goldcloaks guarding the gate were not the best. Sometimes, they didn't even notice Bran and Hunter sneaking around. So, just in case… "Bring bread and salt!"

"What?"

"Bring bread and salt!" he repeated himself without taking his eyes off Leaf. And the others.

"But your father…"

Leaf laughed again, sounding like a series of bells, this time. "You know the old ways."

Bran was a Stark. Of course he did! And so should the guards!

"And you've got old blood," Leaf went on. "And the old ties," she added with a glance at Hunter.

That sounded… weird. And interesting. "Old blood?" he asked.

She nodded, her lips twisting into a smile.

He pouted and was about to ask again when he heard a voice behind him.

"There they are, Lord Eddard!"

Oh. Father had arrived. And Team Ruby! Bran turned to smile at them. "Father! We have guests!"

Lady Yang chuckled, but Father just nodded. "So I see." He turned to the servants. "Bring bread and salt!"

This time, they obeyed, and Bran pouted again. Why couldn't they have done so when he told them to? They would already have it done now!

"Lord Eddard Stark." Leaf did the weird head-bowing again. And again. "Lady Ruby. Lady Weiss. Lady Blake. Lady Yang. I am Leaf, and these are Seeker and Dew."

"Hello!" Lady Ruby beamed at them.

Lady Weiss was a bit more reserved, nodding in return. And Lady Blake…

…was staring at the Children with an expression Bran had rarely seen on her face. Not even when she had fought the Mountain. It was so intense, he almost took a step back.

"Ears, spots, eyes and nails?" Lady Yang smiled. "All together? Three times?"

Bran didn't know what she meant. But the others of her team must have understood what she meant since they glanced at each other.

"We're Children of the Forest," Leaf told them. "You have never seen the like in your world?"

"No," Lady Blake said.

"Not exactly like you," Lady Yang said, then chuckled again when Lady Blake frowned at her. "At least, not in the flesh."

"In the flesh?" Leaf sounded wary all of a sudden, Bran found.

"We have tales of people like you. Children's Tales," Lady Blake said. "Fairy Tales," she added when Lady Yang chuckled again.

"Ah." Leaf nodded, and she seemed to relax. It was hard to tell, though.

"You came here for Lady Ruby and her friends?" Father asked.

"Yes. We mean no harm to you or your people, Lord Eddard," Leaf replied. "But we need to speak to the visitors from another world."

"About what?" Lady Ruby asked.

Leaf looked around, raising her eyebrows at all the people staring at them. The courtyard was filling up, it seemed - how had he missed that? Bran wondered.

"Right!" Lady Ruby blushed. "We need some privacy, then."

"Bread and salt, m'lord!"

Jenna was panting a little when she presented a plate to Father. She must have run to the kitchen and back.

Father took the plate, then offered it to the three Children. "I offer you guestright."

"We accept," Leaf replied, sounding the most serious Bran had heard her so far while she took a piece of bread and sprinkled salt on it before eating it. Her friends did the same.

And then everyone - the Children, Team Ruby and Father - went up to Father's solar.

And Bran had to stay down here.

As Lady Yang would say: Damn, that sucked.


*****

Ruby Rose sneaked glances at the three Children of the Forest as they climbed the stairs to Lord Eddard's solar. They were smaller than her or Weiss, and looked very… Well, they looked like several Fanus traits combined. She had seen Faunus with spotty skin like a deer, Faunus with long, pointy-ish ears - though they usually had normal ears as well - and with slitted eyes. And she had heard of Faunus with claws. But never had she seen or heard of someone with all that combined - and three of them together! And three fingers per hand, she added in her mind. Couldn't forget that. She wasn't sure if there were Faunus with such a trait; she had to ask Blake once they were back in their quarters.

Anyway, this was exciting! Another species! A legendary species, too, at least in the North. But seeing how half the Castle had turned out to look at them, probably in the rest of Westeros as well. And they looked like the fairies out of the old fairy tales back home - at least a bit; descriptions varied, and the shows she had seen usually had bad special effects and masks.

And they wanted to meet Team RWBY. And in secret - well, in private. That was… mysterious. Maybe they needed help from Huntresses?

They reached the floor where Lord Eddard's office was and entered. Ruby almost took her old seat, then stopped. Their new guests should have first pick; they had been waiting for some time. And, she reminded herself, they, too, were guests of Lord Eddard, so it was his call, anyway.

"Please, have a seat." He gestured at the seats, and Ruby was quickly checking the space. Well, if everyone sat close together, it should be enough. Yang and Blake certainly wouldn't mind sharing a seat. Didn't mind, she corrected herself when she saw them squeeze into Yang's old seat.

That left a small couch for Ruby and Weiss, and three seats for the Children. She used her Semblance, then waved at her partner from the couch. "Come on, Weiss, let's sit down!" She patted the cushion next to her for emphasis.

Weiss rolled her eyes but did join her, though she was sitting all tense and stiff. Of course, she usually sat like that in formal meetings, so that wasn't really weird. Just Weiss.

The Children looked a bit out of place when they sat down. Not because of their cool leaf clothes, but because they were too small for the seats. Even if they weren't sitting down cross-legged, their feet wouldn't touch the floor, Ruby guessed, when Weiss sat down next to her - she had to scoot a bit over, and it was still pretty tight; their thighs almost touched.

She looked at Lord Eddard. This was his room, his tower and his court, and Team RWBY and the Children were his guests. And Lord Eddard was looking at her. Oh.

She cleared her throat. "So… you wanted to talk to us?" She suppressed a wince; that was pretty lame as a conversation starter.

"Yes," Leaf replied. The other two didn't say anything. She glanced at Lord Eddard, then at Ruby. "You trust him."

It didn't sound like a question. Ruby nodded anyway. "Yes." He was an honourable man. To a fault, as Blake had called it - and she'd know if he weren't honourable thanks to her spying on everyone. At least, honourable according to Westeros' values, which should be good enough for this, what with guestright given, and him knowing very well what Team RWBY could do.

Leaf nodded. "We've travelled here from our home in the North to meet you."

Ruby nodded - and pressed her lips together so she wouldn't say something stupid like that they could have met when Team RWBY had been in the North. That either hadn't been possible or would make their guests feel stupid.

She noted that Lord Eddard looked surprised, though.

Leaf must have noticed it as well. "Yes, Lord Eddard, we live in the North, albeit not in your lands."

"Beyond the Wall, then?"

Leaf nodded.

"And you've travelled through half the realm without being noticed," he went on.

"We have ways."

Now, that sounded mysterious. It was probably 'Ways', with a capital letter, too. Ruby nodded again. "And why did you want to meet us? Do you need help?"

Leaf smiled. Her teeth also looked a bit off. "You've already helped us - and everyone else in Westeros - more than enough."

Oh. Ruby blinked. They had? She glanced at her friends, but they seemed as surprised as she felt. Unless… "The ice zombies?" Ruby guessed. Leaf was from the lands beyond the wall, and they had fought the zombies there.

"Yes. The Others," Leaf said.

Lord Eddard tensed at that, Ruby saw.

"You helped us, so we're here to help you."

"Help us?" Ruby blurted out before she could stop herself. But she managed not to ask if they offered to kill annoying nobles for them like the Faceless Men had done. Offered, that was. Not killed. At least, she hoped they hadn't done that.

"Yes. You are looking for a way back. To return to your world."

Ruby tensed at once. And she heard Weiss draw a sharp breath next to her. And Yang leaned forward so abruptly, Blake would probably have been pushed off their seat if she hadn't done the same.

"You know how we can return?" Ruby asked,

"We know of a place that might send you back. Might," Leaf stressed. "Ruins of the same kind as the ones you seek. They're old, older than the First Men."

Ruby gasped. "Ruins like the ones that brought us here?"

"The descriptions we know match yours."

That was great! Finally, after a year of searching and researching and everything, a lead! A way home! This was…

"You know what we are looking for?"

…apparently suspicious, at least in Weiss's opinion; Ruby knew her partner and could tell from her tone.

"Yes." Leaf seemed unbothered by Weiss's expression. "A friend was watching you."

Ruby frowned. Someone who knew the Children - people everyone had thought gone, as she understood it - had been watching them?

Lord Eddard, too, was frowning. "You have friends in the Seven Kingdoms? In Winterfell? Here?"

Leaf blinked for a moment, then smiled. "Oh, I thought you had noticed him. He was convinced you had." She said something in a language Ruby didn't understand but sounded like a song, and the two other Children giggled.

"Someone thought we noticed him?" Weiss sounded both confused and suspicious.

"Who is it?" Lord Eddard asked.

"He is known as the Three-Eyed Crow," Leaf said. "And he has the same gift as your children, Lord Eddard."

Lord Eddard looked confused for a moment, then scowled. "What about my children?"

What about… Oh! "He's a skinchanger!" Ruby said. Like Jon. That explained it!

Leaf nodded.

"And he's been watching us through the eyes of animals?" Weiss didn't sound satisfied - she sounded furious.

Leaf nodded again.

Wait! Ruby quickly tried to remember whether they had ever taken a bath with an animal around. She didn't think so, which was a relief.

"The birds," Blake spoke up. "He's been watching us through birds."

Leaf nodded a third time. She wasn't smiling any more, and her friends had stopped laughing. "Yes. He was concerned about your influence on Westeros. You have the power to upend the entire realm, after all."

Right. That was a good reason to keep an eye on someone. Still creepy, kinda, though.

Ruby glanced at her friends, and they seemed to share her view. Well, about this being creepy, at least. Especially Weiss. Good. That… "Oh! The ravens and crows that were watching us!"

And now her friends were frowning at her. "Yes, they just told us that," Weiss said.

"Not that!" Ruby corrected her. "I mean, I was waving and talking to them! And… I think I accidentally killed one."

"Yes. That's why our friend thought you had noticed him." Leaf was grinning. Definitely grinning. Well, it was kinda funny, if Ruby were honest. Still creepy, though.

"And he kept spying on us?" Weiss asked.

"Yes."

Yang slammed her fist into her palm. "And where is your friend? Just in case we want to meet him personally."

"In the lands beyond the wall," Leaf replied.

"That's a long way from here, Yang," Ruby said.

Yang scoffed. "We probably must return there anyway, to find those ruins."

"Oh, no." Leaf shook her head. "The ruins I mentioned are in the South. In Dorne, to be exact."

"In Dorne?" Lord Eddard asked.

"They date back to the times before the Pact, when we used the Hammer of the Water to break the Arm of Dorne to stop the invasion of the First Men," Leaf replied.

"Ah." Lord Eddard nodded after a moment of being still. "So the legends are true."

Leaf smiled. Somehow, she managed to look both mischievous and sad at the same time. "They have a true core. But a lot was lost since that time."

Ruby was lost. What were they talking about?

"What event are you referring to?" Weiss asked.

"Dorne was once connected by land to Essos," Lord Eddard said. "Or so legends claim. The ancestors of the First Men came from Essos to Westeros, and warred with the Children of the Forest - until the Children used their magic to sink the land connecting Dorne and Essos, leaving only a few islands standing."

Ruby blinked. That was… "Magic could do that? Sink a whole kingdom's worth of land?"

Leaf nodded. "We paid a heavy price, though. All such magic requires sacrifice." She looked very serious all of a sudden. Not amused at all any more.

Ruby grimaced. "And we need that magic to return home?"

Leaf tilted her head. "Magic brought you to this world. Magic can send you back."

"But we're no sorceresses," Yang said. "And I'm not fond of sacrifices."

Ruby nodded firmly. "We're not going to sacrifice people."

"You did not pay the price to be transported here. Someone else did," Leaf said.

"'Someone'? Who was it?" Blake asked.

And were they still alive? Ruby wondered.

Leaf shook her head. "I cannot tell." After a moment, she went on: "Magic tends to linger where it was used. The more powerful it was, the longer it was used, the longer it lingers. The ruins I know of were the heart of our people, for a very long time. When we left in the wake of the humans' invasion, we hid it from them with magic. No human ever laid their eyes on them."

"Not in your world, at least," Blake said.

Leaf nodded again. "The oldest stories tell of a world beyond this. A world our ancestors came from. They were said to have arrived there and built the place that fell into the ruins you seek."

"And you think between all the lingering magic and history, it'll see us home?" Weiss sounded like she doubted it.

Leaf nodded. "I have dreamt of it."

"You've 'dreamt'?" Blake sounded doubtful as well.

Leaf nodded with a grave expression.

As did Lord Eddard, Ruby noted.

She nodded as well. Her friends might be sceptical - the Children's arrival seemed very convenient - but this was the best lead they had so far. Definitely the most magical. She was no sorceress, but she knew that sometimes, you had to trust your gut and take a leap of faith.

She nodded once again and smiled. "Then we need to travel to that place!"


*****

Weiss Schnee was torn between annoyance and agreement when she heard Ruby blurt out that they had to travel to Dorne. Yes, on the one hand, this was - apparently, she amended her thoughts - their first decent lead in their search for a way home. Or the hope for a lead, at least; the fact that the ruins were supposedly similar to the ones they had explored on Remnant was, even if this Child of the Forest was honest about it and not trying to deceive them, still thousands of years old, and Weiss was familiar from her studies with the distortion oral records suffered over time. If she weren't, then the Maesters here would have rectified that deficiency with the results of their own research. And, of course, the way rumours spread and warped the facts, both here and back home, in a significantly shorter time, also taught her not to trust such tales too much.

And yet, this was the first time someone at least claimed to know about the ruins they sought. That was far more than anyone else had managed so far. Even the possibility that this was just an attempt to lure them into a trap with lies - which could have been easily made up since Team RWBY had been forced to reveal details about the ruins that had brought them here in order to search for them - was not enough to make her dismiss this lead without checking it out.

On the other hand, Ruby telling everyone they had to go there, potentially never to return, would disrupt what passed for balance and calm at Court. Lord Eddard's reaction - he was not nearly as stoic as some claimed; at least not for someone with her upbringing - proved that. If her team left, both the Lord Regent and Prince Tommen, as well as the RWBY Order members and their other friends, would be rendered quite vulnerable, and she was well aware of what kind of nobles were waiting for such an opportunity.

So she nodded but also frowned at her partner. "Such a trip would require quite the preparations, though. We cannot just rush off at the drop of a hat; certainly not when we just returned from a lengthy absence and might have to deal with a few issues that cropped up over the last month or two."

Ruby, to her credit, quickly understood and nodded. "Oh, yes. I didn't mean leaving right away. People depend on us. And we wouldn't leave our friends hanging."

Lord Eddard didn't smile, but Weiss saw him release a sigh of what she was certain was relief. And Leaf nodded as well. "Of course not. Whatever the impression our friend has of you, he also knows you protect your own, as people should."

Weiss nodded, though she wondered what the woman considered the team's 'own'. The locals did hold being blood-related in very high esteem, after all, an attitude Weiss, thanks to her own experience with her family, did not share. Not that she was condoning, much less contemplating violence against Father, of course. Not unless it were a case of self-defence, at least. And Father, not having bothered to awaken his Aura, would never be a physical threat that would justify using violence on him.

"I am glad to hear that. You have many friends here who would dearly miss you, my ladies," Lord Eddard said.

Like your children, Weiss thought. Which they had to talk to about their - likely - magical gift. But that was not a topic to be mentioned, much less discussed, in front of the newest and most definitely most exotic guests of the Red Keep.

"With that said, we did just arrive and have not even visited our quarters yet," she said. "Perhaps we should adjourn and meet again at a later date to further discuss such matters?"

"Right!" Ruby agreed at once. "We'll have to discuss more stuff with Jon and you, Lord Eddard, and your other children as well."

And Lord Eddard looked wary again - his smile had flattened a bit, and his lips looked a bit thinner, the way he pressed them together as he nodded before replying: "Indeed, my lady."

"Yeah," Yang added, and Weiss saw her glance at Blake - who was looking at Leaf and the other children with obvious interest.

Oh. Weiss felt stupid for not realising it before - her friend was looking at what likely were the Faunus of Westeros, so to speak; a different species than humans. A species that had suffered from human invasions, she added to herself with a grimace, and had apparently been driven beyond the walls, so far removed from the humans to be thought extinct or just a myth.

Weiss couldn't help feeling that this whole affair might become a bit more complicated than she had thought.


*****

"Ser Jon Snow has arrived, m'lord," the servant announced in the doorway.

"Send him in, Joff."

Joff, not Jern. Weiss made a mental note of the name - and was quite glad that she hadn't addressed him as Jern before; to ignore the staff's names could leave you look arrogant and uncaring to them, if they expected the worst of you, but that was still better than to use the wrong name when talking to someone, that would make you look like you were pretending to care about them, and people disliked such dishonesty more than arrogance.

"Father." Jon bowed while Ghost looked around, ears perking up as he saw them on the couches. "My ladies." Jon nodded at them, then bit his lower lip for a moment before straightening up. "There is something we need to discuss, Father. It concerns our family."

"So I was told," Lord Eddard replied, and Weiss had no trouble detecting the hint of annoyance and concern hidden behind his usual stoic facade. "Although nothing more than that." Well, that was more than a hint.

"It wasn't our secret to tell," Ruby defended herself. "It's Jon's. And your, your other children's."

Weiss didn't bother hiding her wince; Lord Eddard likely suspected that Jon had revealed his true parentage to them, but as long as it wasn't said out loud, everyone could pretend otherwise. Ruby had come a bit too close.

"And what secret is that?" Lord Eddard asked. Straight and to the point - and honestly so. He wasn't treating Jon like a servant who had to answer him and didn't deserve politeness; he was merely being direct and frank. Unlike Father.

"I am a Warg, Father. A Skinchanger." And Jon was cut from the same cloth. "And I - we - suspect that all my siblings share this."

Lord Eddard had grown stiff and tense, first staring at Jon, then at Team RWBY.

Weiss met his eyes calmly. Her partner raised her chin, then smiled a bit apologetically. "Well, we know it already because we discovered it. Before Jon realised it, actually. I sparred with him to find out how he had managed to spot a feint by that bravo he duelled before he could actually see it, and after a bit of trial and error, we found out that he can see through Ghost's eyes instinctively. It's really cool, right? And Jon's not using it spy on us, like that creepy Three-Eyed-Raven guy!"

"I would never, my lady!" Jon blurted out, already blushing fiercely.

Weiss focused on Lord Eddard. The man's jaw muscle twitched - he was clenching his teeth - before he asked: "And you think the others share this… talent."

Jon nodded firmly. "Yes, Father. All of us are very close to our wolves. And you know how the wolves listen to us, even better than trained hounds."

"Without actually having been trained by the Kennelmaster." Lord Eddard sighed once more. "And are you certain that this is not merely something normal for direwolves?"

"No, Father. But everything we've done to test it fits what we know Wargs are."

And if this were not an inherent talent of the children but of the puppies, then the result would still be more or less the same, Weiss thought. At least, as far as the reactions of other people were concerned. Indeed, while the public's reaction, should Yang and Blake's relationship be revealed, was still in doubt, given the circumstances and status of Team RWBY in this world, she had learned enough during their search for magic ruins that the majority of the population feared - and often hated - magic. Not entirely without reason, of course, should even a small part of the tales of what Valyrian sorcerers or the Shadowbinders of old had done was true.

But 'warging' didn't involve blood sacrifices. And it wasn't inherently harmful to anyone. So, the - assumed - hatred and fear of those skinchangers were baseless. Even if such a talent were used to spy on others - or to peep - it would not justify murder.

Lord Eddard sighed again. "I see."

Jon seemed to want to say something, but held his tongue.

Ruby didn't. "So, your other kids probably should be told. Before they instinctively do something similar but not so subtle." Lord Eddard narrowed his eyes at her, and Weiss saw her grimace a little. "When Yang and I discovered our Semblances, we kinda did some bad stuff because we didn't know what we were doing. And we don't know much how this thing works."

"Magic is dangerous," Lord Eddard said.

"All the more reason they should be told," Jon added.

"Yes." Lord Eddard said with a deep frown. "Jon, call for your siblings and bring them here."

"Yes, Father." Jon nodded and left, Ghost following him at an easy pace.

Once the door closed behind them, Lord Eddard looked at Team RWBY again. "I doubt I need to tell you how dangerous this secret is. In the North, people might be more understanding, the Old Gods were more tolerant of such things, but even there, skinchangers were distrusted. But here in the South…" He pressed his lips together.

"We wouldn't let anything happen to them, my lord," Ruby said at once. "We will protect them."

"And we're the 'Blessed Maidens'," Yang added.

Lord Eddard nodded, but he didn't seem to think that even Team RWBY's status would be enough for such deep-rooted fear and loathing.

And Weiss couldn't help but agree; to her shame, she was somewhat familiar with how old prejudices worked.


*****

"You wanted to see us, Father?" Lady Sansa was, as usual, perfectly polite and well-mannered, Blake Belladonna noted when the three middle children of Lord Eddard entered the room behind Jon, followed by their direwolves.

"Yes, Sansa."

"Is it about the Children of the Forest?" Bran added excitedly. "They all left the tower; we checked. Hunter didn't smell them around any more."

"And we missed them!" Arya complained.

Blake steeled herself as the solar went from slightly crowded to packed, with four beasts the size of small horses forming a pile of fur and claw and fangs in the middle, half of them ending up under Lord Eddard's desk - and far too close to Blake for what was left of her comfort.

She eyed the window next to her out of the corner of her eyes - leaving those beasts out of her sight was out of the question - and wondered if she had a reason to leave this meeting when she suddenly felt a hand grip hers and squeeze gently. Yang.

She forced herself to relax, taking a deep breath, and managed to smile at her girlfriend. She could do this. She could get through this. She told herself, not for the first time, that she could deal with a pack of Beowolves by herself, and for all their size, direwolves were not on par with Grimm. And, as usual, she knew this was true, but her gut refused to accept and still clenched itself in fear at the sight of the beasts.

And again, Yang was there for her, leaning into her side, once more squeezing her hand and smiling at her. Reassuring her. It helped. It didn't make the fear disappear, but it helped steady her. Helped keep her… there.

She looked at the three kids instead. They were fidgeting a little - Lord Eddard hadn't said anything else since he had answered Sansa - and they were growing impatient. And concerned, at least Sansa; none of the three were that skilled at schooling their expressions.

Lord Eddard slowly nodded. "It concerns all of you - including Jon." He leaned forward. "It is about our family. Our blood."

The three kids had glanced from Lord Eddard to Jon and back but were now leaning forward as well, seemingly captivated by their father's words.

"Have you felt a sort of… bond with your wolves?" Lord Eddard asked. "That they were closer to you than any other pet you ever had?"

"Yes, Father!" Bran replied at once. He patted Hunter's head, and the wolf licked his hand, then tried to wriggle out from underneath Nymeria to place his head in Bran's lap. "Hunter's the best wolf in the realm!"

Lord Eddard nodded and looked at Sansa.

She slowly nodded. "Yes, Father. Lady is the best-behaved pet in the Keep; she obeys every word of mine."

"Unless she's hungry and wants a treat," Arya not-quite-whispered.

"Arya!" Sansa hissed.

"What? It's the truth! Lady is as fond of treats as you are of sweets!" Arya stuck her tongue out, then blushed when Lord Eddard frowned at her. "Sorry, Father. Yes, Nymeria is a great wolf. She follows me everywhere and is a great protector and hunter."

"And she scares the smallfolk," Sansa added with a scowl. "Lady never does that!"

Blake would disagree with both but kept silent. Anyone without aura would be scared of predators that large; they could bite a man's head clean off - Blake had seen that happen to a White Fang member when their group had stumbled upon similarly-sized beowolves in a forest in Mistral.

"And have you ever felt as if you knew things that you shouldn't know? Smelt something odd?" Jon asked. "Like fresh lemon cakes in the kitchen when you were in the courtyard?"

All three were looking at him, and once again, Bran was the first to answer: "Well, the lemoncakes they bake here do smell strongly." Arya nodded, as did, if a bit reluctantly and with a slight blush, Sansa.

Jon glanced at Lord Eddard and nodded.

Lord Eddad sighed once again and said: "I feared this. Children, you may be wargs."

All the beasts perked up, raising their heads and looking alert, at the exact same time as the children gasped. No, there was no 'may' here, Blake knew, they most certainly were wargs.

"Wargs?" Bran sounded delighted.

"Wargs?" Arya sounded confused.

"Wargs?" And Sansa sounded shocked.

"Skinchangers," Jon said, then glanced at Lord Eddard. When the man didn't scowl or frown, he went on: "We can see through the eyes of our wolves. Smell through their noses, hear with their ears."

Which meant they had the same or better senses as Blake had, she reminded herself. She still saw better at night - at least she thought so; she didn't know if direwolves had better sight than dogs - but they had a better sense of smell. She would have to take this into account when she patrolled in the Red Keep.

"You're a Warg as well?" Arya asked.

Jon nodded. "Yes. I didn't realise it, though, until Lady Ruby realised I had seen through Ghost's eyes to defeat a bravo who challenged me to a duel."

"You duelled a bravo?" Bran blurted out.

"A waterdancer?" Arya added, eyes wide and smiling broadly.

"Yes," Jon replied.

"Did you kill him?" Arya asked.

"Yes. He was trying to kill me," Jon added after a moment's pause.

All three children nodded, though Bran and Arya seemed more excited than concerned. Sansa, on the other hand, grimaced, but Blake didn't know if this was because she felt for Jon or just didn't like the act of killing itself. Or both.

"But we need to focus on what this means for you," Jon went on after a glance at Lord Eddard.

"You cannot let others know about this," Lord Eddard said. "Skinchangers - wargs - were hunted and killed in the South. Even in the North," he added. "It's too dangerous to tell anyone."

Blake pressed her lips together. Like her relationship with Yang, only much worse. They were in a completely different world, and yet she had to deal with bigotry and hatred anyway. If her former friends in the White Fang could see her now… She was one of the most powerful people in this world, talking to the literal ruler of the kingdom, and yet all of them had to worry about the world's bigotry and prejudices. Some problems you couldn't solve with violence, no matter how much power you had, a lesson she had been late to learn.

"But Father!" Bran said. "It's a gift from the Old Gods!"

"That's what Old Nan told you," Sansa said.

"She told you as well!" Arya frowned at her.

"Many people here don't hold the Old Gods in high regard," Lord Eddard said. "Few Godswoods survived in the South."

"But…" Bran trailed off, glancing at Blake's friends. "You could tell people that it's nothing bad, right?"

"We could. But we don't know if they would listen," Weiss replied after a moment.

"But you're the Blessed Maidens!" Bran protested.

"And some would claim that us not opposing such magic proves we aren't blessed by the Seven," Weiss told him.

"Some would, though," Yang said.

Blake nodded. Some would most certainly believe them and follow their example - more people put their blind faith into Team RWBY than she was comfortable with, actually; that kind of power was terrifying, especially since she knew what others could do with such loyalty and faith - but many would not. "And there would likely be another riot. Maybe a worse one," she said.

Lord Eddard nodded.

"Also, you don't want your enemies to know about this so you have an ace in the hole!" Yang said with a grin.

"An ace in the hole?" Bran asked.

"A trick they don't know about which you can use against them if you need them," Blake explained.

"Oh!" Bran nodded - quite enthusiastically, as he started to smile. And Arya's smile matched his.

"Yang," Blake whispered with a frown. She knew trouble was brewing when she saw such clear signs.

Yang, of course, knew that as well, but she was grinning shamelessly. "Hey! Whatever works to make them keep the secret, right?" she whispered back.

Blake frowned some more at her, as did Weiss, but Yang just kept grinning.

"So, that seems one problem solved. At least for now, right?" Ruby said, smiling a bit weakly.

She wasn't entirely wrong, but Blake knew that even if Yang's plan - improvised off the cuff - worked, there would be more problems stemming from this.

On the other hand, depending on how things with the Children of the Forest went, Team RWBY might not be around to deal with those.

Might. Blake had no doubt that things wouldn't be simple or easy. Not when it involved another species with which humans had come into conflict. That felt far too familiar for her. She had…

She lost her train of thought when Bran suddenly called out: "I think I can see through Hunter's eyes! Oh! The colours are different! It's all grey, blue or yellow…"

The way the beast's head slowly turned as if he was seeing everything for the first time showed that Bran was probably doing more than just watching through his eyes, Blake noted.

"How did you do it?"

"I don't know, Arya. I just did it."

"What? Tell me exactly what you did!"

"I don't know what I did!"

"Stop bickering!"

"We aren't bickering, Sansa!"

"Yes, you are!"

All the wolves were growing agitated as well. Usually, they just ignored the bickering, Blake knew that. Not today, though. She clenched her teeth. If those beasts lost control…

"Cease this!" Lord Eddard spoke up.

"Yes, Father," Bran quickly replied.

"I am sorry, Father," Sansa apologised.

And Arya mumbled something that might have been taken as an apology by someone without Blake's hearing.

But the beasts were settling down once more, and Blake could force herself to relax - again.


*****

Returning to their quarters in the Red Keep didn't feel like returning home to Yang Xiao Long, but she couldn't deny that there was a certain familiar feeling. She had spent close to a year in these rooms, after all. And that left her a bit torn about it. The last thing she wanted was to forget about her real home and start thinking of home as a few rooms in a castle, instead of a comfortable house on Patch. Or their dorm in Beacon. That would be a bad sign.

"So? Did anyone sneak into our quarters while we were away?" Ruby asked.

Blake shook her head. "I can't tell that, Ruby. Servants would have been regularly cleaning the rooms. And airing them out. But there's no one currently watching us. Neither a human nor an animal."

"Hm." Ruby looked around. "We'll need new traps then; they could have studied our old ones. And traps for birds and mice and rats."

"I'm going to visit Tobho anyway, probably tomorrow," Yang said. "Check up on how the work goes. You can tag along and pick material for new traps."

"Alright!" Ruby nodded with a smile. Then she grew serious. "So…What do you think? About Leaf and her friends."

And the ruins they had mentioned, Yang added in her mind.

"It seems our best lead so far," Weiss replied, "though we cannot dismiss the possibility that this was concocted to lure us into a trap - or merely away from King's Landing long enough for a coup."

"Leaf seemed sincere," Ruby said.

"She could still be a liar. And we cannot anthropomorphise her; she's an alien species, and we don't know anything about the views of the Children of the Forest."

Blake narrowed her eyes at Weiss. "We cannot assume that they are too different either - not any more than any other human culture in this world."

Yang winced before putting a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder and looking at Weiss. "It doesn't matter; she could be honest or a great liar either way."

"More reason to be cautious," Weiss replied. "We have a lot of responsibilities here - many people depend on our protection and need us as a deterrence. If we left them only to realise that it was just a ploy, that would be a tragedy."

"But if this is the lead we've been looking for ever since we arrived here, we cannot ignore it," Ruby said. "And we can't split up - what if half of us accidentally trigger the magic again, and then it's spent?" She shook her head. "If - when - we go to Dorne, we'll have to be ready for returning home."

Yang nodded in agreement. She didn't really think Ruby would touch a weird thing again, but this was magic they were talking about. Old, powerful, weird magic. Who knew how that thing was triggered in the first place?

"And we're not going to leave straight away. Not until we're sure our friends are safe without us."

"As safe as we can realistically expect them to be in this world," Weiss added with a frown. "We cannot guarantee their safety without staying forever, and not even then, I think."

Yang snorted. "Bran and Arya want to become knights like Jon." Probably more than ever, now that they knew about their warging.

"That's not a safe life," Blake agreed. "But it's their decision."

Weiss nodded at that.

Ruby frowned but slowly nodded as well. "I know we cannot protect them - or anyone else - against everything. I also want to return home. More than anything. Almost anything. But we do need to ensure they won't start a civil war here as soon as we're gone for good."

"Yeah," Yang said.

Weiss snorted softly. "The smarter or more cautious nobles, meaning, the more dangerous ones, will be aware that they cannot be assured that we are truly gone for good. But we need to ensure that Lord Eddard and Prince Tommen have enough power backing them to deter any 'adventures' from other noble Houses. That will not be easy, not even with the support from the Faith."

"We also have the support of the Faceless Men," Blake pointed out.

"We're not going to send assassins after people," Ruby said.

"Not if they don't deserve it," Yang added. When her sister frowned at her, she raised her hands. "Hey! If they can get someone who threatens the kids whom we can't get…" She trailed off with a shrug.

Ruby pressed her lips together but didn't have an argument against that.

"And we don't need to actually send assassins after anyone. Just the threat alone should be enough to keep some ambitious nobles in line," Weiss added.

That was a good point, Yang had to admit.

"But first, we need to find out what, if anything, changed in our absence," Blake said. "At court, in the Order and in the city."

"Yes." Weiss nodded firmly.

"And we also need to talk to Leaf and the other Children and find out what they know," Ruby added. "And keep an eye out for spying birds."

Yang snorted. They had their work cut out for them. But, at least, they now had a lead to a way home. Back to their families and friends.

She smiled.

She wouldn't say she had ever been really desperate, but she felt a lot better now. She had hope again.


*****
 
Okay, that's a lot more straightforward than I was expecting from Leaf and company. Did they just walk through the city in plain daylight? I suspect superstition is going to see a sharp rise in King's Landing, lol

First the Maidens and now mythological beings from old faerie tales are coming alive.

They didn't quite walk openly through the city, but they didn^'t sneak into the Red keep, so... a bit of both. And news about their arrival will spread like wildfire, of course.

All true,but - they would at least had list of places to visit.
P.S what about making Bloodraven new spy master ?

Ned: A Targaryen?
 
They didn't quite walk openly through the city, but they didn^'t sneak into the Red keep, so... a bit of both. And news about their arrival will spread like wildfire, of course.



Ned: A Targaryen?
Yup,very competent Targeryn who was banished by Targeryn King for being too competent.It actually could work.
P.S If Children are descendents of faunus here,then why they do not have auras? could they get one? if RWBY gave them auras,they could be safe - but take over Westeros.Maybe take them to Remnant?

Except Leaf,she would be Bran GF in future !
 
Chapter 63: Opportunities New
Chapter 63: Opportunities

'While it would be wrong to call the Seven Kingdoms 'a loose coalition of barely connected kingdoms in all but name' during the time of the Ruby Order, the realm's different regions were not quite as integrated as they are in modern times, and the different rulers possessed far more autonomy in their territories. While every feudal lord owed allegiance and obedience to their liege, the practicalities of politics and customs restrained what kind of control said lieges could exert on their bannermen, since all nobles were quite sensitive to what could be seen as restrictions placed on their personal power, and even rivals often banded together without hesitation to defend their privileges together. The binding forces of a shared history as a single realm under a single king and a shared Faith were not quite as influential back then, and so the various rulers of the regions possessed considerable political and military might that had to be taken into account in every political initiative. It is a testament to the power and influence of the Four Maidens that they managed to exert as much power and influence as they did during their time at court, and even more so that their influence lingered even during their absence.'
  • A Treatise On The Ruby Order, by Maester Kennet Bracken


*****

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

"The Four Maidens are about to leave! This is the opportunity we've been waiting for!"

Olenna Tyrell narrowed her eyes at Loras. Her youngest grandson, unfortunately, had inherited his wits from his father. That alone wouldn't be too bad - her dear Mace wasn't the smartest man she knew but far from the dumbest, either, as long as he remembered to listen to those wiser and more experienced - but coupled with the fact that Loras was also deeply in love with Renly, he was all too ready to see opportunity where there was none, and overlook or dismiss danger that was all too real. "An opportunity?" She took care to scoff loudly. "It's a trap, boy!"

"A trap?" Renly tried to match her frown but only managed to look confused as he shifted from his casual pose on the couch into something more attentive.

"A trap," Olenna reiterated. "Just like their trip to Braavos. A trap to see who amongst the noble houses are as foolish as to expose their ambitions and loyalties - or lack thereof." Really, anyone with half their wits could see through such a transparent ruse.

"Are you certain, grandmother?" Margaery asked. "Lady Ruby has not shown a propensity for such ploys - or a tolerance for such, either."

Olenna snorted. "Lady Ruby isn't as naive as she appears. Not by far. The girl has steel in her spine."

"And is ready to put steel through your spine if you challenge her," Loras added as he sat down next to Renly.

She rolled her eyes at his attempted quip.

"I have to agree; Lady Ruby is many things, but not a schemer," Renly added. "It's why she and Lord Eddard are such close allies."

"She doesn't have to be a schemer; between Lady Weiss and Lady Blake, the maidens have that covered," Olenna replied. Lady Weiss to manipulate the nobles, and Lady Blake to deal with the less savoury aspects of politics. The latter girl stayed out of sight far too much not to be involved in such business. She cocked her head at Renly. "And do you honestly think Lord Eddard is as simple as you claim? The man has ruled the North for a score of years and rose to Lord Regent within a year of coming to King's Landing." It was most vexing how the children, like Mace, only saw what they wanted to see.

"He was Robert's best friend in his youth, which was the reason he became Hand and his daughter was betrothed to the crown prince," Lord Renly tried to retort. "And his children befriended the Four Maidens, which gained him their support."

"And you think all of that happened without his doing?" Olenna shook her head. "Where others meddled and plotted, he waited, patiently, for rivals to make mistakes - fatal mistakes." Like others. Prince Oberyn must be so smug, watching his old enemies cutting their own legs off at the knees while he spent his days whoring and drinking with his 'paramour'. Olenna, on the other hand, had been spending her time keeping her family and allies from making the same mistakes that had nearly ruined House Lannister.

"I don't think he is the mastermind you paint him as," Renly replied with a glance at Loras.

"I agree. He is too honourable for this," Loras loyally but not very wisely added.

Olenna snorted once more. "Do you think he will hesitate to do whatever he must to secure his family's future? Or survival? He is the descendant of Cregan Stark." The Lord Paramount who had brutally but efficiently handled the aftermath of the Dance of the Dragons before returning to his lands.

That reminder, at last, seemed to make the children in the room reconsider their views.

"But even so… the Lannisters are disgraced and headed by a dwarf who everyone knows was despised by his own father and is rumoured to be a kinslayer. The Starks have yet to betroth Lady Sansa to Prince Tommen; why wouldn't they have done that if they were confident in Prince Tommen's future?" Renly asked.

"That's because Lady Sansa has yet to decide if she wishes to marry Prince Tommen," Margaery said. "The Four Maidens have made it quite clear that they would not let her be married against her will." Olenna snorted, but Margaery didn't flinch. "That means that the Four Maidens have yet to make up their mind whether or not they approve of such a union."

Olenna smiled. At least her granddaughter had the wits a woman needed to survive and thrive.

"But that means the support for the current prince by Team Ruby is not as secure as people are meant to think!" Loras blurted out.

"Prince Tommen's cousin is one of the three founding members of the Ruby Order," Olenna pointed out. "And the Four Maidens have stated publicly and repeatedly that they support Prince Tommen's claim. What you think is a weakness is a trap to see who will expose themselves as an enemy."

"But they have also stated from the beginning that they want to leave the Seven Kingdoms and return to their world," Renly said. "That was not a trap or lie."

"No, that was and is the truth," Olenna agreed. "Yet, even if they return to their world, what will keep them from coming back as they returned from Bravos?"

Once again, the boys looked surprised while Margaery nodded.

Olenna scoffed. "And have you missed what they revealed - deliberately - the very day they returned? They not only have the support of the Faceless Men but of the Children of the Forest." She barely kept herself from spitting out the words. "You know what the Faceless Men can do, but you don't know everything they can do. And you have no idea what those creatures can do." None did, actually. The Children of the Forest had been thought extinct - many people had been doubting that they had ever been more than made-up tales, in fact.

"They're here to help Team Ruby return home," Loras said with a pout.

"That is what they claim," she corrected him. According to rumours; their meeting had been in private, after all. "We don't know if that is their actual goal - or their only goal. What we do know is that even if Team Ruby left for good, the Faceless Men and those Children will stay. And what we don't know is whether or not they will still be loyal to Lady Ruby and her friends, and what they will do should anyone attack Team Ruby's friends and proteges."

Finally, the boys seemed to realise the actual threat that had been revealed today. Margaery, of course, merely nodded - she would have seen the bigger picture already, and know that they were not merely facing the Lannisters and maybe Starks, but also potentially two dangerous groups with unknown means and goals. And that didn't count the Faith, which, aided by the High Septon after his sudden epiphany, had been all but worshipping the Four Maidens. While Olenna wasn't worried about the smallfolk - even a mob whipped into a frenzy didn't pose a threat to the Red Keep - she was quite aware that many nobles, including several knights of repute, were listening intently to the High Septon's sermons, and many a keep had fallen to traitors within. Should the High Septon denounce someone as a pretender or usurper, the Red Keep might not prove as safe as it should be, nor its guards as loyal as expected.

Only a complete and utter fool would think that Team Ruby leaving for Dorne would be an opportunity to take a shot at the crown.

Olenna could only hope that none of the others in the room were such fools. Margaery was quite smart but also still young and so lacked the experience and wisdom to judge when one should be cautious and when daring in politics. And Loras and Renly… Even if they might be scared straight for the moment, no one knew how long that would last.

"Well, it shall be interesting to discover whether my older brother will consider this before pressing his claim," Renly said.

"You think Lord Stannis will attempt to take the throne?" Margaery asked.

"It is obvious that he thinks it's his by right. And Stannis's stubbornness and obsession with justice vastly overmatch his wits and common sense," Renly replied with a lopsided grin. "He will never accept Prince Tommen's claim to the throne. It's a wonder that he has not acted before the girls' return, but I must concede that even my brother realises that although Team Ruby might be absent, he still cannot replace the prince without vastly more support - support which he currently lacks."

Olenna rolled her eyes at the boy. "You underestimate him."

"He's my older brother; none knows him better than I do," he retorted. "If he were any more obvious about his intentions, he would break his teeth grinding them against each other."

That was… not entirely inaccurate. But Renly was, Olenna was certain, too blinded by his own ambitions and experiences to fairly judge his brother. "Stannis is not a plotter," she said. "Everyone knows that." Especially everyone who had spent time at court since Stannis had been made Master of Ships. "But is he obsessed with justice or the law?"

"For him, that's one and the same," Renly replied with a chuckle.

Margaery, of course, realised that Olenna wasn't after sophistry. "And what will he choose if he had to break the law to achieve justice?"

Renly blinked. "That is a good question. With any other man, I'd say they would fool themselves into believing whatever they did was just, but Stannis…" He shrugged. "He might not pick the course of action that would serve him best but the one he thought most just..."

"...and you don't know whether that would be to rebel or to stay loyal," Olenna finished for him. Renly pouted, and she laughed in a brusque manner. "We'll see what he will do."

"And what if he asks us for support?" Loras asked with a glance at Renly.

"Stall. Until either the Faceless Men deal with him, Team Ruby returns, or he is struck by lightning or a falling tree," Olenna replied. "News of his plans will inevitably spread before he is ready." That was how the Court worked. You had to be far more careful and subtle than Stannis to pull off a plot.

"And what if none of that happens?" Renly asked with a frown. "What if he manages to get the support he needs?"

"Then we inform the Lord Regent." Olenna scoffed. Stannis had not forgiven Mace for laying siege to Storm's End during the Rebellion and starving him and his men, and his marriage to a Florent had ensured he never would. And that was why she would ensure he would never wear the crown - she would never let him threaten her family. Prince Tommen might be born of incest, or he might be King Robert's son, but he harboured no hatred against the Tyrells.

Lord Renly would be ideal as king, of course. Infatuated with Loras, which would facilitate a marriage of convenience with Margaery, and not a complete fool like others whom Olenna knew. Provided he didn't ruin his prospects and life by acting rashly.

Time would tell.


*****

Godswood, The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

Ruby Rose looked around in the small (or not so small, actually) park inside the Red Keep as she munched on a small lemon cake. Several ravens and crows were watching her, probably hoping she would drop it. Smaller birds were watching as well, hoping for crumbs to hit the floor. Usually, she'd drop a few deliberately - only a few, though; the cake was too tasty - but today, she was squinting at the various birds, trying to guess if one of them was warged. Or skinchanged; apparently, warging was only about wolves and maybe dogs; she wasn't entirely sure since Lord Eddard hadn't known that much, either.

"Is that you, Three-Eyed Crow?" she called out, but none of the birds reacted. Well, not in a way that would expose them.

"Ruby!" Weiss called out, and Ruby could tell from her tone alone that she was frowning.

She still turned and smiled at her partner. "Yes?"

"That won't get the man to reveal himself," Weiss said. "And we agreed to keep his secret, remember?"

"Of course," Ruby replied. Mainly because they didn't want to start a panic and have people start hunting birds (and other animals) trying to find a skinchanger. "But we're alone out here." Lord Eddard had reserved the godswood for their meeting with the Children of the Forest. And Ruby had run a quick circuit, as Weiss called it, through it to check for spies with her Semblance and hadn't found anyone.

She finished her cake and pulled out another from the casket on the stone slab next to her. "Checking for spies is hungry work," she defended herself when she noticed Weiss's look. "At least for me." Blake, of course, could just listen carefully and probably smell any spies. But she was still out trying to find out if there had been any new plots started in their absence. And Yang was checking on Master Mott's smithy. Both were supposed to be back by now, but without watches, it was a bit hard to be punctual; Ruby knew that from experience. Although she was getting better at telling the time from the position of the sun…

Weiss huffed but grabbed a cake herself, then blushed cutely when Ruby beamed at her.

The temptation to tease her was great, but Ruby resisted it. Weiss would only get annoyed and angry at her, and they didn't need that before today's meeting with the Children of the Forest. "Do you think the Children of the Forest could stay here?" she asked instead.

"In the godswood?" Weiss looked at her, then shook her head. "There's not even a hut in the woods here - right?"

"No, there isn't," Ruby confirmed. She would have found it on her check. "But they might not want or need a hut."

Weiss opened her mouth, probably to argue, but closed it again with a frown. "I cannot refute this since we don't know much, if anything, about them." She glared at a bird viewing them from the upper branch of the closest tree. "Or about the 'Three-Eyed Crow'."

The bird - not a crow - didn't react. Was that a sign that it was just a bird? But wouldn't a normal bird react when you focused on them? Or maybe they thought they were safe that high in the branches, and didn't know either Weiss or Ruby could easily jump that high…

"There you are!"

Ruby turned. Yang and Blake had arrived. Together.

Weiss hastily finished her cake - she wasn't used to eating quickly so your sister wouldn't eat more than her share, Ruby knew - and asked: "Did you discover anything urgent?"

"Nothing urgent, no," Blake replied.

"As expected, Mott is angry that others are making bikes," Yang said. "So he wants to give a bike with pedals a try."

"And he wants to make the chain by hand?" Ruby knew how difficult it was to make everything to the required tolerances that way.

"I suggested casting the chainlinks, but apparently, we'd need the help of a bellmaker for that," Yang said. "Anyway, the Order is doing fine, the city's OK and everyone is looking for the Children of the Forest." She grinned. "Who are either as small as mice or as tall as giants, depending on who you are talking to."

Weiss sighed. "The local rumour mill is worse than at Beacon, and that takes effort."

Ruby frowned. "Do you think the Children will have trouble making the meeting?"

Yang matched her frown, rubbing her chin, but Blake shook her head. "No."

"No?" Ruby cocked her head, then blinked. "You've noticed them already!"

Blake nodded and turned toward the centre of the godswood. Where the hearttree was.

"How did they arrive here without us noticing?" Weiss wondered. "This is the only path inside."

"Magic!" Ruby smiled. "Let's go meet them!"

"It doesn't have to be magic," Weiss argued as they followed the stone path to the heart of the godswood. "They could have sneaked in through a secret passage. Or climbed over the walls."

Both possibilities were, well, possible. But Ruby hoped it was magic. Not just because that would be cooler, but if they could do magic, they really might know how to send Team RWBY back home.

They reached the centre, where Leaf and the other two Children - Seeker and Dew, Ruby remembered their names - and a raven were waiting in front of the hearttree. "Hello!" She waved at them.

"Greetings, my ladies," Leaf replied. Seeker and Dew nodded.

"Are you the Three-Eyed Crow?" Ruby asked, cocking her head at the Raven.

The bird slowly nodded, and Ruby heard Weiss huff behind her.

"So… Sorry for accidentally killing you," Ruby said. "But you really shouldn't get so close when we're training."

Somehow, the raven managed to glare at her.

Yang snorted, which made the raven glare at her. And Leaf and the other two chuckle.

Ruby smiled. They were off to a good start if everyone was in a good mood. "So… how are you doing? Did you find a place to stay? We have some room in our Order's headquarters, otherwise."

"Thank you for the offer, but we already secured accommodations," Leaf replied. "Let's sit down."

"Right!" It would be rude if the Children had to keep craning their necks to look at them during their talk, so Ruby sat down cross-legged, like the Children.

Weiss sat down with her legs tucked together and to one side, Blake sat down in that style from her favourite books, and Yang just… sprawled, kinda. With her head on Blake's shoulder.

Ruby put the basket with the remaining cakes and the jug of water in the middle. "We had the kitchen prepare some snacks and grabbed fresh water."

"Thank you, Lady Ruby," Leaf replied. But none of them reached for the cakes.

Ruby cleared her throat. "So… Shall we continue where we left off yesterday?"

Leaf nodded.

"So, you know where ruins that could take us home are located," Ruby said.

"Yes." Leaf nodded again.

"You recognised the ruins we seek, and you've dreamt that it could send us home." Weiss still sounded doubtful.

"According to our legends, our people arrived there from another world. Long before men rose in this world. And for an almost equally long time, this was the heart of my people's realm. Much magic was worked there - and powerful magic lingers long after it was worked," Leaf said. "And in my dream, I saw you return from there."

Ruby smiled. That sounded very promising!

"Does that mean you came from our world?" Blake asked. "From Remnant?"

"We didn't come from a world of men," Leaf replied.

"Remnant is not merely a realm of men," Blake said, staring at the Children. "There are other people as well."

"And the Grimm," Yang added.

Leaf looked at them, then glanced at her friends before meeting Blake's eyes. "You said your world lacked magic."

"Magic was the subject of fairy tales," Weiss told her. "And other fictional works. It wasn't real, or so we thought until we were transported here. Although, in theory, that might have been the result of a Semblance, you said it was the result of magic."

"It was." Leaf slowly tilted her head. "That much is certain."

"Because you dreamt of it?" Weiss asked.

"And because it fits," Leaf replied. "We do not know what world we came from. Some say that the knowledge was part of the price we paid to travel here. Some say we made ourselves forget it to stop longing for it so we could make this world our true home. But we do know that it was a very magical world. Much more magical than this world. Everything was magical - from the smallest butterfly to the tallest tree, and all the living creatures in between."

"That doesn't sound like Remnant," Yang said.

"No, it doesn't," Weiss agreed.

Leaf didn't say anything, but Ruby thought she looked a bit smug. "So, you're not from Remnant," she said.

"It does not seem so," Leaf said.

"But you dreamt that we could return to Remnant through the same location your people arrived." Weiss narrowed her eyes.

"The other worlds are said to be closer there than anywhere else in this world," Leaf replied. "And magic remembers that there once was a path to another world. It is the ideal place to create a path back to your world."

That sounded logical. Kinda. And yet… "You also said someone paid the price for us coming here. And that magic requires sacrifices," Ruby said.

"Yes. Every magic requires a sacrifice."

That sounded worrying. "We don't like sacrificing people." Or animals - that felt icky as well. But animals weren't people. "We won't murder people to get home," Ruby said.

Her friends nodded.

"I wouldn't be talking to you if I thought you were willing to do that," Leaf said with a smile.

The Three-Eyed Crow - or was that Raven now? - cawed once.

"So, how are we supposed to get home?" Yang asked. "I'd rather not walk all the way to Dorne and then find out it won't work."

"You didn't sacrifice to get here, did you?" Leaf sounded a bit smug again.

"No…" Ruby trailed off. "Unless losing our home counts?" Leaf had mentioned losing memories as a price, hadn't she?

"You haven't lost your home. Not as long as you're willing to return," Leaf said.

Ruby nodded, but Weiss huffed under her breath. "That is rather vague," Ruby's partner said.

"Someone paid the price to have you arrive here," Leaf said.

"And you think they'll send us back?" Yang asked.

"I do. I saw it in my dream."

"So, all we have to do is follow you to that place, and we can go home?" Ruby asked. That sounded too good to be true.

Leaf's smile twisted a bit. "You cannot just walk into the ruins you seek. We hid them with magic, back when we could still work wonders. To reach it, you not only need our help but will have to prove yourselves."

Now that sounded - what did Weiss call it? - ominous!


*****

"We have to prove ourselves," Weiss Schnee repeated Leaf's words in the flattest tone she could manage.

"Yes."

Weiss pressed her lips together. First, the talk about sacrifices, now this.

"Just like Initiation Day, huh?" Yang said with a chuckle.

That confused Leaf; Weiss noticed her blinking. "I am not familiar with what this entails."

"Initiation. To become a student at Beacon, you have to travel through a forest infested with Grimm to reach a ruined temple," Blake replied.

"And you get launched into the forest from a cliff!" Yang added.

"Oh." Leaf nodded. "I understand." She tilted her head to the side. "I would say the test is similar, yet not."

Weiss narrowed her eyes at her. "Do you mean it's potentially lethal, but it doesn't involve fighting monsters?"

Leaf frowned. "The magic that protects the place is old - older than anything else, I believe. To pass the test requires strength beyond mortal men."

"Good thing we're women!" Yang joked - badly.

Weiss clenched her teeth. "This sounds like a test out of a fairy tale." And the fairy tales she knew were rather brutal.

Once more, Leaf looked briefly confused before she nodded.

"You don't know what the test entails, do you?" Weiss asked her.

Leaf's smile turned apologetic. "No, I do not know any details. Much was lost during our struggle against the invasion, and during the Long Night."

Weiss sighed. "Great. We're facing an unknown and lethal test and lack any information that would allow us to prepare for it."

Yang laughed. "That just means we'll have to improvise - and we're good at that!"

Ruby, of course, smiled as she nodded in agreement, but Weiss was comforted, in a small way at least, by he fact that Blake didn't seem to share their friends' optimism. "And once we pass the test, we have to hope that whoever took us here…" - and she would like to have words with whoever that was - "…will send us back home."

"Yes." Leaf nodded. "Although I do not doubt they will."

Weiss wasn't quite so optimistic. She couldn't dismiss the possibility that this was an elaborate trap to get rid of Team RWBY. Leaf even told them that this was a dangerous, potentially lethal endeavour.

"We'll pass the test! And we will return home!" Ruby said, her tone showing not just confidence but conviction.

"Yeah!" Yang nodded, one arm around Blake's shoulder, the other raised to the sky.

Blake's agreement was distinctively more restrained.

Weiss sighed as she nodded. At least, they would do this together.

"You said you forgot from which world you came to this one," Blake spoke up. "Do you remember how your people came to be?"

Weiss glanced at her friend. That was a curious question.

"We were created by the First Wood's magic," Leaf said. "Or so our legends claim."

That sounded very vague to Weiss.

Blake, though, nodded as if she were satisfied with the answer. "What gods do you worship?"

"The old gods. The deities inhabiting the woods, streams and rocks. Same as the First Men in the North," Leaf replied. She turned her head to look at the weirwood with the faces carved into its bark behind her. "The heart trees are our links to them, and sacred."

Once again, Blake nodded, apparently satisfied.

After a short silence, Ruby spoke up again. "So! As you know, we can't leave right away - we have to ensure things are stable here."

"Can't leave our friends to face a civil war," Yang added.

"Evidently." Weiss firmly nodded. Only the lowest of the low would abandon their friends and those who depended on them in a time of need.

"We are aware of that," Leaf said. "And we would like to offer our help."

"Oh?" Ruby sounded surprised.

Weiss was surprised - but not for long. She looked at the raven. "You have been spying on the court."

The raven nodded in an eerily human gesture.

"But you cannot speak," Blake pointed out, earning her an apparent glare from the bird.

"We can share knowledge with our friend and pass it on to you," Leaf said.

That sounded complicated, and prone to losing nuances and details, if what Weiss suspected about how they shared information was true - and their evasive answer made her think she wasn't wrong suspecting that it was not quite as precise and clear as talking in another language - but it would still be helpful. Of course, they would have to double-check any such information to avoid being manipulated. Weiss didn't think that the Children of the Forest were likely to attempt such a feat, but she didn't trust their still-mysterious friend very much.

"Thanks!" Ruby beamed at them. "So… do we meet here every day then? Or will you contact us if you need to meet us?" she asked the raven.

Meeting in the godswood would be good; according to what they knew about the worship of the Old Gods, lying before a heart tree was, if not taboo, then at least strongly condemned and discouraged.

The raven nodded, which Weiss took as agreement with Ruby's second question.

"Alright!" Ruby, as usual, focused on the good news. "So… if we need to contact you urgently, how can we do that?"

Once more, Leaf glanced at the other Children, then started talking in a low voice with them. Weiss glanced at Blake, who shook her head. So, it wasn't a language they knew. That would make spying on them hard.

After about a minute, during which Ruby snatched another lemon cake and ate half of it, Leaf turned back to them. "You can leave a message here."

That meant the Children didn't want them to know where they were staying. Not the best way to earn Team RWBY's trust, but Weiss couldn't really fault them for being cautious, given their people's history with humans.

"Great!" Ruby nodded once more, quickly polished off the remaining half of her cake, and then looked around. "Ah, do we have anything else to talk about?"

Weiss shook her head. They had things to discuss, but not within earshot of the others.

Blake shook her head as well, and Yang said: "Nope."

"So, do you have anything further to discuss?" Ruby asked.

"I think we discussed everything for now," Leaf replied.

"Right! So…" Ruby smiled widely. "Are you sure you don't want any cakes?"

Weiss groaned while Blake smiled and Yang chuckled.


*****

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

Blake Belladonna stuck her head out of the window in the team's quarters and looked around. She couldn't see any birds in earshot. Nor did she hear any animals in the walls. "It seems safe," she said as she pulled back. She couldn't guarantee that the Three-Eyed Crow wasn't listening in - she didn't know what kind of animals he could control; if he could possess insects, trying to spot him was pointless - but it was the best she could do. And she didn't think the man could control bugs; if he could, he wouldn't need to use birds, and none of the tales they had heard from the Starks about skinchangers had mentioned insects being used by them. Still, she couldn't be certain.

"Alright!" Ruby straightened where she stood at the table. "So, we've heard what Leaf told us about those ruins. What do you think?"

"We need to head down there. It's still our best shot," Yang replied at once.

Blake nodded in agreement.

"According to them, it's very dangerous. However, I concur; we have no better option," Weiss said. "But we need to be careful; we're already extending a huge amount of trust to Leaf and the others by heading to Dorne. If this is a trap, they might not wait to make a move in King's Landing before we spring it in Dorne."

"Do you think they have some plans for the court?" Yang asked.

"I don't know," Weiss replied. "I wouldn't expect the Children of the Forest to be working with the same people who have persecuted them in the past, but… stranger things have happened."

Blake pressed her lips together. Such as the White Fang working with an open and outspoken bigot like Torchwick, who insulted them during a heist. Of course, the Children of the Forest weren't Faunus - she was certain of that now - but the parallels were still very obvious. "Yes. This Three-Eyed Crow could easily be plotting."

"You think they're lying about him being unable to talk as a bird?" Yang asked.

"With a pot of ink and a stick, he could write," Blake replied. "Not easily or quickly, but I think he could write well enough for communication."

Ruby frowned. "I don't see anyone plotting with a bird. That looks… silly."

"Technically, we're plotting with the bird," Yang pointed out.

"Yeah, but it's not the same," Ruby said. "We were contacted by Leaf, not the bird."

Blake knew that, but they couldn't dismiss the possibility. "We'll have to be on our guard."

"And we need to straighten things here," Yang added.

"Definitely," Ruby agreed. "We need to know who would want to exploit us leaving to make a move on the throne."

"Everyone," Yang said with a snort. "But how many will risk it?"

Weiss rolled her eyes at Blake's partner. "Yes, yes, you know what we meant." She looked at Blake. "You found no conspiracy yet, I suppose."

"No," Blake replied. "But I couldn't check up on too many yet." And any conspirators would be more careful, now that Team RWBY was back. "The Three-Eyed Crow might have more luck." He certainly had more opportunities.

"Yes, the Crow can easily spy on people - no one would suspect a bird to be eavesdropping," Weiss added. "Not unless Lord Eddard spreads the word."

"I don't think he will - it could endanger his family," Blake pointed out.

"Right." Ruby nodded, "So, the crow can keep spying." She blinked. "Uh… That's going to get a bit confusing."

"What do you mean?" Weiss turned with a frown.

"With Uncle Qrow and now the Three-Eyed Crow, we have two crow-people," she explained. "Kinda."

"Well, our uncle cannot possess birds," Yang said. "So, it shouldn't be a problem."

Weiss rolled her eyes again. "No, it shouldn't. In any case, we have to work hard to verify any information before we can act on it."

"Alright," Ruby said. "Now… this is going to be dangerous."

"We can handle it," Yang said, a bit too quickly.

Blake raised her eyebrows at her girlfriend. She was trying to be too casual about it, Blake could tell.

"Yeah, we can do it - we're Huntresses," Ruby said. "However, what about anyone else?"

Ah! Blake nodded. "Whoever comes with us to Dorne needs to be trusted not to attempt to follow us into the ruins."

"Oh, right." Yang sighed. "Yes, that could be a problem."

"I think we can trust our friends not to do anything as foolish as that," Weiss said.

Blake cocked her head to the side.

Yang was less subtle. "Really? You think Jon, Brienne or Lancel won't try to follow us in case we need help?"

Weiss blushed a little in embarrassment. "That is only a danger if they come with us to Dorne. But with our differences with the Faceless Men settled, we do not need Ghost's fine nose with us. The poor puppy would suffer in Dorne's heat, anyway."

Blake clenched her teeth. To call a wolf the size of a pony a 'puppy'... Sometimes, she despaired over her friends' lack of common sense.

"Yeah. And they are needed in King's Landing to help keep things stable," Ruby said. "But we'll probably have people from Dorne with us - Prince Oberyn would help us."

"If native guides are too stupid to follow instructions, that is not our fault," Weiss said. "We certainly cannot physically prevent them from risking their lives."

"Probably not." Yang shrugged. "We don't know how things look there."

Blake nodded in agreement. It may be harsh, but they weren't responsible for everyone and everything.

And, she thought, feeling slightly guilty, if the ruins were protected by such dangerous magic that anyone without Aura would die, it neatly solved the - purely hypothetical, at least, so far - question of what they would do if someone asked to come with them to Remnant. Or take someone else with them.

Although there was another point to consider. "There's something else," she spoke up. "If Leaf is correct about someone having brought us here and then sending us back, then we won't have to worry about others from Remnant following in our footsteps and trying to invade this world. Or bringing any Grimm along."

"Oh, right!" Ruby smiled, but then frowned quickly. "But we don't know if she's correct. Or who brought us here."

"Or whether they will send us back in the first place," Weiss said. "We only have Leaf's word and dream for this."

"Well, I trust her to say the truth about that," Ruby said.

"That doesn't mean she's right," Weiss retorted. "She could be mistaken."

"She could be mistaken about the ruins altogether." Ruby shrugged. "We'll find out once we're there. Let's focus on stuff we can do now, right?"

Blake nodded in agreement. They could worry about the rest later.


*****

"...and the repairs have been completed. I found no fault on the voyage back to King's Landing, my lord. She handled as well as before."

"Good, Ser Davos. Having the flagship of the Royal Fleet out of commission for any longer would have been unacceptable."

"Yes, my lord."


Clinging to the wall outside Lord Stannis's office, Blake wanted to shake her head. According to all she knew, Ser Davos was Lord Stannis's most loyal bannerman and personally responsible for saving not only Lord Stannis's life but that of his brother as well - and prevented his ancestral castle from falling to a siege during Robert's Rebellion. And yet, the man treated him in such a brusque, even rude manner… The best she could say about it was that Stannis wasn't manipulative like Adam, but it still grated on her.

"Do you expect a need for her in the near future, my lord?"

"I have not received any news that would cause such concern. But with the Master of Whispers still vacant, I cannot trust that. Lord Eddard should have replaced Varys long ago."

"The Lord Regent is understandably careful after Varys proved how much of a threat a disloyal Master of Whispers could pose."


Lord Stannis huffed. "It's still grating. The nobles plot more than ever."

"Have they ever not, my lord?"


Blake heard another huff.

After a pause, Lord Stannis continued: "I want the Fleet ready for anything. Just in case Lady Ruby and her friends leave again."

"Do you anticipate a rebellion, my lord?"


Ser Davos sounded suddenly far more concerned than before, Blake noted.

"I know those vultures are just waiting for the opportunity to make a move for the throne."

"Yes, my lord."


A pause followed, but Lord Stannis didn't dismiss Ser Davos, so Blake decided to wait. There was always the chance to…

"I know that expression. Out with it, Davos! What are you thinking?"

"I was wondering about your intentions, my lord."


Intentions about what? Blake asked herself as she focused on the conversation. It must be important if Ser Davos was even a bit circumspect about it.

Another huff ensued, followed by a muttered curse. Obviously, Lord Stannis was aware of what Ser Davos was talking about.

"I am… conflicted."

Ser Davos didn't say anything.

"You know I have not much use for the gods, Davos."

"Yes, my lord."

"They have not seen much use for me, either."


If someone else overheard him, they would likely be scandalised, Blake thought. Ser Davos, though, didn't seem to be surprised at all.

"But I have been wondering, lately."

Blake heard the sound of chairlegs scraping over wooden floorboards, then steps on the floor. Lord Stannis was pacing.

"Everyone is saying the girls are messengers of the gods."

He didn't sound happy about it, Blake noted.

"And yet, they have power unlike anyone else. Even the Priestess acknowledged it. The Faceless Men follow them. The Children of the Forest have appeared to help them."

"Yes, my lord."

"And they support Prince Tommen's claim."

"Yes, my lord."


Another pause followed. Lord Stannis likely was glaring at Ser Davos. Blake was tempted to climb closer, take a peek, but that would expose her - the shadow she was hiding in didn't reach the windowsill.

"They could rule the Seven Kingdoms openly, and no one could stop them - if anyone even wanted to attempt it in the first place. They could put whoever they want on the throne. And yet…"

Blake wasn't certain if she heard or imagined it, but that was Lord Stannis grinding his teeth,

"They support Prince Tommen, my lord."

"Yes."

"And you wonder if he's the rightful heir."

"Yes."

"That claim has not been settled by a trial, my lord."


Lord Stannis scoffed at that. "What good would a challenge do? The girls have made it clear that they would represent the Prince, and no one could defeat them in combat."

"Exactly, my lord."


The laugh that followed lacked any trace of humour. "And I wonder if I should wait until they are gone for good to challenge this claim. And yet, that would not be justice but politics. Plotting." He spat the last word.

Ser Davos didn't say anything until Lord Stannis dismissed him.


*****

RWBY Order Headquarters, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

The RWBY Order hadn't grown in their absence, at least not as far as members were concerned, Yang Xiao Long knew. They still had four members, three of them knights. But in a way, it had grown more… solid. Settled.

The neighbours and passers-by didn't watch the doors with wide eyes any more, nor did they stop and stare when someone left or entered the building. And unlike when they had left, the interior didn't look as if the order had moved in the night before, either.

The storage rooms were not bursting at the seams, but they were stocked. The stables held several horses for every member. The furniture still looked as if it had been collected from donations, and none of the chairs matched, but the dining hall was properly furnished, and all the quarters had a bed and a chest or armoire, and a chair to drape your clothes on.

And they had servants now who took care of the horses, the cleaning and the cooking. Brienne and Lancel had done well, in Yang's opinion.

"I've said it before, but it needs to be said again: You've done well in our absence." She smiled at them. They had taken charge in Team RWBY's absence and hadn't just kept things going.

"Thank you, my lady."

"Thank you, Lady Yang."

"Seriously, you did well here," Yang continued. "Probably better than we could have done." Because she wasn't sure even Weiss and Blake, who knew the most about local practices, could have organised everything. Yang certainly wouldn't have been able to set things up. And Ruby would have tried her best and felt guilty for messing up. Or not being perfect.

"You flatter us, my lady," Brienne said, bowing her head.

"You are too kind," Lancel added.

"Hey! Stop with your flattering!" Yang chuckled. "Really, I'm just being honest."

Both nodded at that.

Yang stretched. "So, you've proven that we were right to put our trust in you."

"Thank you, my lady."

"Thank you!"

This time, she caught both of them smiling - and Lancel was more smirking than smiling - and snorted in return. Shaking her head, she looked at the weapons mounted on the walls of the dining hall. The crossed hafts and blades looked cool, a nice touch, but if Beacon had had such 'functional decor', the food fight might have ended on a more serious note.

"Ah, my lady…" Lancel trailed off as she turned to smile at him.

"Yes?" No need to dwell on Beacon.

"We were wondering…"

Yang rolled her eyes. "Just spit it out, Lancel."

He cleared his throat and straightened. "We were wondering about your plans with the Children of the Forest."

"The trip to Dorne," Brienne added.

Both looked concerned. Oh. Yang forced herself to smile as encouragingly as she could. "We're not going to leave anytime soon," she told them.

"Yes, Lady Ruby said so," Brienne replied. "But… are you going to take anyone with you?"

Ah. That was what it was about! Yang tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows, but they met her eyes without flinching.

Lancel bit his lower lip, though.

She sighed. "You don't mean just to Dorne, right?"

Neither of the two answered that, but their expressions and the glances they exchanged told Yang enough.

"As far as we know, we're the only ones - except the Children - that can enter the ruins we seek," she told them.

"Oh." Brienne looked disappointed. And she seemed to deflate a bit, as she hung her shoulders.

"You mean…" Lancel trailed off again, and while she thought he sounded a little bit relieved, he was also obviously disappointed. "Will you come back to Westeros?"

Ah. Time for brutal honesty, then - Yang wasn't about to lie about this. "We don't know if we can," she said. "We still don't know how we arrived here, and Leaf said that whoever brought us here will send us back home from there."

Lancel quickly muttered a prayer under his breath.

Yeah, right, Yang knew what - or whom - he thought had brought them here, but she wasn't going to talk about that. "So, we will return if we can - we don't leave our friends hanging if we can help it."

"But you do not know if you can," Brienne said in the kind of tone someone used when they were sad and disappointed but tried not to show it. And Lancel didn't look any better. Worse, actually.

Yang clenched her teeth. She couldn't help feeling guilty - in a way, Team RWBY was leaving their friends hanging. Sure, they would return if they could - but Yang didn't think they would be able to. Nor did Brienne and Lancel think so, Yang could tell.

But as guilty as she felt, watching her friends try to put up a good front about never seeing them again once they left, she would feel even worse if she abandoned her family and friends back home.

So she pretended not to notice what her friends here were going through and changed the subject. "Say… did you really get a kennel for Ghost? Even though he sleeps on Jon's bed?"

"Ah, yes, my lady. We, I mean the order, might get hounds in the future. If we have to search for missing people, for example," Lancel said.

"Good thinking," Yang replied. "Just warn Blake before you bring in a dog, OK?"

That confused the two, but Yang wouldn't spill that secret to them. "Trust me, just do it."

"As you wish, my lady."

"Good." She nodded. "Now, let's check the armoury and see if we need a cake to lure Ruby out of it!"


*****
 
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Yup,very competent Targeryn who was banished by Targeryn King for being too competent.It actually could work.
P.S If Children are descendents of faunus here,then why they do not have auras? could they get one? if RWBY gave them auras,they could be safe - but take over Westeros.Maybe take them to Remnant?

Except Leaf,she would be Bran GF in future !

The Children aren't descendants of Faunus. They are from the Ever-After.

My read was that they are from the Ever After, or from one of the older iterations of people on Remnant, not faunus.

Yes.
 
Chapter 64: Brewing Troubles New
Chapter 64: Brewing Troubles

'One of the most vexing aspects of researching the Ruby Order is the continuing refusal of the Children of the Forest to share their lore about the Four Maidens - with any known scholar. Citing religious reasons, they have kept their records from outsiders ever since the famous meeting in King's Landing, with which most readers will be familiar thanks to the Stark Tapestry depicting it, which currently resides in Winterfell's Museum of the North. Despite my best efforts, I, too, have been refused access to the rumoured archives of the Children in the Lands Beyond the Wall. However, the rumours that they not only know but actually came from the homeland of Lady Ruby and her group can be dismissed safely as fiction; all surviving records show that the Four Maidens had no contact with the Children of the Forest prior to their first meeting.'
  • A Treatise On The Ruby Order, by Maester Kennet Bracken


*****

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

Tyrion Lannister - Lord Tyrion Lannister, Warden of the West, Head of House Lannister, he reminded himself; if he listened too much to certain people, present company exempted, he might forget that otherwise - forced himself to smile even though he didn't feel like smiling. At all. "So, the rumours were true. Team Ruby is planning to leave the Seven Kingdoms for good."

Cousin Lancel nodded. "Yes. Although they are not leaving immediately. They will not leave their friends and those who depend on them hanging, as Lady Yang said."

'Leave them hanging'? Another foreign turn of phrase. And quite applicable, in this case. If Lady Ruby and her friends left for good right this moment, Tyrion would give it better than even odds that several people would die in short order, through various means. Mostly violently, of course. And, unfortunately, many of them would be wearing Lannister livery. Such as himself. "I assume you were told to inform me of this so I would know not to act rashly because of - quite reasonable, mind you - concerns about our family being amongst those left hanging."

Lancel blushed, confirming that his visit was not because the boy was concerned for the fate of his family but because he was ordered to. "I am not here against my will!" he blurted out. "The Order's concerns align with my own."

Tyrion chuckled. The boy sounded honest - and he took his knightly oaths seriously, as Tyrion had found out through a few unfortunately not as subtle means as he had hoped some time ago - but it was also clear that he had not only taken the honesty of Lady Ruby as an example to emulate, but also had been listening to Lady Weiss, at least as far as his vocabulary was concerned. So, he had not abandoned his family. "I am glad to hear that," he said. "Even though I am not quite certain if I am included in either category you mentioned."

To Tyrion's not entirely unexpected disappointment and slight regret, Lancel nodded instead of reassuring him that Team Ruby still counted him as, if not their friend, then under their protection. And the lack of any embarrassment or regret on Lancel's part was not entirely reassuring either. Ah, well - he had been aware of that and adjusted his plans accordingly for some time. It was still better than the alternative, of course.

He leaned forward a little, putting both his elbows on the table between them, next to his goblet. "So, how are Lady Ruby and her friends, and her Order, of course, planning to ensure that the day after they have left for Dorne, our family's rivals won't stumble over each other in their eagerness to finish us off?"

Lancel frowned. "The realm will be stabilised before they will leave."

"Then they should start looking for more comfortable quarters, I think, since they will be here for a long time. I own a piece of land in the city where a nice manor could be built for their use," Tyrion quipped. "It would take a few years, but it should still serve them well."

Lancel's frown grew more pronounced. "The realm is not in as dire straits as you claim."

"Oh, I may be off a few years," Tyrion conceded, "but surely, you have not forgotten just how many houses wish to see our family crushed underfoot? And how many have designs on the Iron Throne? A lot of people would have to die to change that, and since the only way they could die without making their families' grudges even worse is succumbing to old age, you can see why this would take some time."

"Cousin!" Lancel scowled at him, and Tyrion recognised the expression at once.

"Now, that's exactly how Uncle Kevan looks when I tell him something he doesn't like!"

He saw Lancel press his lips together for a moment before the boy replied: "Things are not quite as bad as you claim. Prince Tommen and Lady Myrcella have the support of House Lannister and House Stark, which is allied with House Tully, and through Tully with House Arryn. That's four great Houses."

He didn't claim that they had the support of both Houses Baratheon or the Tyrells, which showed more knowledge about the Seven Kingdoms than Tyrion had expected from a boy knighted when he was barely old enough to squire. And yet, he was wrong. "Lysa Arryn is, if we take the most flattering rumour as fact, so shaken by her husband's death and the assassinations that followed that she has retired to the Eyrie to raise her son in safety and has refused to leave her seat. It is doubtful that she will send her banners to our side should a war break out, much less lend us her support at court. And that's the most optimistic take on her current mood." As usual, in his experience, it was the fault of Cersei; his sister had thoroughly alienated the poor woman before her husband's death.

"The Tullies are a coin toss. If Lord Hoster keeps clinging to life, he'd know better than to have his banners march into a hopeless war, but his son might be fond enough of his House words to support his good brother even though the Riverlands are the most vulnerable region of the realms." Lord Edmure was said to be more than a bit sentimental, after all, and he wouldn't be the only one who took their oaths and honour a bit more seriously lately, what with the gods sending their messengers to the faithful.

"Not everyone will take the easiest way out, cousin," Lancel replied with narrowed eyes. "Some care to do what's right no matter the cost."

"As long as others pay said cost, of course," Tyrion snorted, then held up a hand when Lancel looked as if he was about to jump up and leave. "Peace. I was not entirely serious. But I am not as optimistic as you. A result of being older and more experienced, I regret to admit. But I am certain you will understand my stance in time." If you survive so long, he added in his head.

Lancel nodded stiffly. "If you say so. But things are not so dire as you imagine them to be."

"If they were as dire as I could imagine, we all would already be dead and, well, not buried. Probably fed to dogs or something," Tyrion replied with a twisted grin. "But they are far from being well. We're a tasty piece of meat, and Team Ruby are the only ones holding back a pack of ravenous dogs."

Lancel frowned at him once more, and Tyrion reminded himself to cut back on the cynical remarks. And, possibly, the double-entendres. The boy already didn't like him. "Anyway," he went on, "even if things weren't as dire as I feel they are, they are certainly not well enough for Team Ruby to leave - even you admitted that. So, what are they doing to improve things?"

Lancel shook his head. "I am not privy to their exact plans, and if I were, my lips would be sealed."

Worth a try. Tyrion chuckled. "Can you at least tell me if it's true that they have won the support of the Faceless Men?"

"That I can confirm."

Tyrion smiled honestly for the first time since Lancel had come to visit him. Having the best assassins in the world ready to cull your enemies would improve anyone's mood. Maybe Team Ruby would manage to deal with the vultures ready to fall on House Lannister before they left. Although it would be better if they were not too quick - the longer they took, the more time Tyrion had to solidify his grip on his family.

He knew very well how many of his kin wanted to remove him. And having Lancel's support - be it on Team Ruby's orders or because he would not let Tommen and Myrcella hang; Tyrion wasn't picky - was essential to keep Uncle Kevan on his side.

Maybe Lancel was correct, and things weren't as dire as they seemed.


*****

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

"You have found the ruins you were seeking? My lady?"

"Truly?"

"Where are they, if I may ask, my lady?"

Ruby Rose felt her smile slip a bit as she instinctively took a step back when the three men leaned in with eager expressions.

"Err, it's like…"

"Did the Children of the Forest share their lore with you?" Archmaester Marwyn cut her off. And he was far too close - he was in what Dad and Yang called 'headbutt range'. "Did they show their magic to you? Do you know how they hid from the world for so long?"

"Ah…" Ruby started to explain, but she was cut off by the Grand Maester.

"Are you certain that this information can be trusted? Can it be verified, my lady?" Pycelle wasn't as close as Marywn, but he was still a bit too close for Ruby's comfort. At least he didn't seem to be as excited as the Archmaester.

"Uh…" Her next attempt to answer any questions was cut off as well.

"Can you trust the Children of the Forest? They worship the Old Gods, do they not?" Septon Hernis asked. "They might have, ah, misunderstood what you seek."

Enough was enough! "Hold it!" she snapped, then had to suppress a grimace when the three men jerked back. She hadn't meant to sound like that. Well, not quite like that. But she couldn't let them badger her so much, she couldn't get a word in, or she'd be in the Royal Library for the rest of the day. "The Children of the Forest know about ruins that match the ones we saw in our world. We cannot verify that without travelling there, but they sound trustworthy and seem to know their stuff." She knew better than to mention that the Children's friend, the Three-Eyed Crow, could look through any bird's eyes in the Red Keep. Marwyn would probably try to talk to every bird and figure out the magic, and if others learned about it, they would panic and probably try to kill all birds and other animals.

"Are they in the North? That was said to be the last refuge of the Children of the Forest when the Andals came to Westeros," Pycelle asked.

"No, the ruins are older than that. They're in the South, but we don't know where exactly - the Children have to lead us there because the ruins are protected by magic," Ruby said. Was she revealing too much? No, she hadn't said anything about the ruins. And Marwyn, Hernis and Pycelle had been working hard to help her team, so they deserved better than being told off.

"Protected by the magic of the Children of the Forest, my lady? Obviously, that is the explanation for our lack of success in finding any clues about them!" Marwyn looked even more eager now.

"I would say the reason that we haven't found anything is that the Children of the Forest didn't leave any written record to be collected and stored in a library," Pycelle added.

"Forgive me, my lady, I do not question you, but… how certain are you that the ruins exist?" Hernis asked.

"They seem sincere," Ruby told him. "At least, that's my impression of them. I don't think they'll lie to us about this."

"Of course. You're too kind, my lady." He nodded, but she didn't think he was convinced.

"Dorne… Well, Fall has arrived, so the heat won't be too bad…." And Marwyn looked like he was already planning a trip.

"Dorne? Have you talked to Prince Oberyn yet, my lady?" Pycelle asked.

"We plan to," Ruby replied. In the evening. The early evening, before he went 'carousing', as Blake called it. Uncle Qrow would call it 'going slumming', at least, that was Ruby's impression - he wasn't very talkative about his 'tavern tours'. "But I wanted to inform you first, since you have helped us so much." That was true, of course. It would be downright mean to just tell them to stop.

Maybe she should have let Weiss or Blake handle this. They were better at that kind of stuff. But Ruby was the leader of Team RWBY, and she wouldn't fob off everything she didn't like doing on others. That wasn't how leadership worked.

"Thank you, my lady."

"You're too kind, my lady."

"We're at your service, my lady."

She forced herself to smile even though she felt embarrassed by the fawning. And she had no excuse to leave right away without being rude.

Damn.


*****

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

Prince Oberyn and Ellaria were both fully clothed when they stepped into his quarters, Ruby noted with some relief. Not that she really thought he would receive Team RWBY only wearing pants and lounging on his bed, with his 'paramour' just wearing a bedsheet, but… She had heard rumours. And the man's bed really was as big as she had heard in those rumours. Big enough for her entire team to sleep on it without touching each other. Probably. Crescent Rose might be at risk of falling off the bed if Ruby moved in her sleep, which Weiss claimed she did.

She pushed the weird thoughts away. She had to focus on this meeting. "Thank you for meeting with us, Prince Oberyn!" she said, nodding at him and then at Ellaria before sitting down on the left couch facing the couple. The one closer to the plate with small cakes on the low table between them. "Mistress Ellaria," she added when Weiss joined her.

"My door is always open for you, my ladies," he replied, flashing his teeth in a smile.

She wasn't quite sure if that was supposed to be a 'double-entendre', as Weiss called it. But she was pretty sure that it wasn't flirting, as Yang would call it. So, it should be OK. He wasn't leering, anyway. Although he was looking at Yang and Blake, who had taken the second couch, a bit longer, Ruby noted.

She cleared her throat. "You probably have already heard why we wanted to meet with you," she said.

Prince Oberyn nodded. "You wish to visit my homeland to return to your world - or so the rumours claim."

Yeah, the rumours had spread as fast as usual. She nodded. "Yes. We've been told that the ruins we were searching for are there."

"By the Children of the Forest."

She nodded again. "Yes. The ruins date back to the time they were still living there."

"That would explain why I did not know about them," he said, rubbing his chin.

"Or any of our friends back home," Ellaria added before picking up a cup of sweet tea.

"Yes. That, and that they are supposed to be protected against humans by old magic," Weiss added. "We were warned that the odds of anyone without our gifts surviving an attempt to enter the ruins were very low."

"That would fit what I know about the history of our homeland," Oberyn said. "The Children of the Forest fought the First Men but lost. They wouldn't have wished to let them loot their settlements. And they commanded great magic - they were said to have broken the arm of Dorne with it."

"That's what Leaf said as well," Weiss said. "The ruins predate the Pact."

"And they have offered to guide us there," Ruby said. "But since it's your homeland, we don't want to just travel there without permission."

"I doubt we could stop you if we wanted, but the courtesy is appreciated," he replied with a chuckle.

"Well…" Ruby grimaced slightly. It was true that the Dornish couldn't really stop her team from going where they wanted to go, but it would be rude to say so, wouldn't it?

His slightly lopsided smile grew wider. "So, you'd like permission to visit our land?"

"Yes." Ruby nodded. She took a sip from her own cup, then added a bit more honey. It wasn't sweet enough. A small cake helped, of course.

"I'll do you one better - in the name of the Prince of Dorne, my brother, you are invited to visit Dorne and his court," he said.

That sounded a bit more complicated, or complicating, than what Ruby had wanted - just a quick trip to the ruins - but it would not just be rude but an insult to refuse the invitation. And pretty ungrateful as well. So she nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Prince Oberyn."

He made a wavy gesture with one hand and grabbed a cup of tea with his other. "It's the least I can do, given what you did for my family."

Ruby knew what he was talking about. The Mountain's death. And what he was implying. She glanced at Weiss, but before she could do her best to silently urge her partner to take over, Weiss was already speaking. "We merely expedited justice. We did not act based on personal favours."

"Oh, I know, my lady. That makes it even sweeter." He chuckled again, and Ellaria leaned into him. "I think with your impending departure, Lord Tyrion might be amenable to finally see reason regarding the second murderer of my sister and her children."

Ruby blinked. Ah, yes. The other knight who had been with the Mountain when they had murdered his sister Elia and her children.

"Lord Tyrion has shown himself to be quite pragmatic when the situation calls for it," Weiss said, staring at the prince.

He laughed again. "So I hope."

"Though there's a sometimes quite crucial line between justice and revenge," Blake added. "Crossing it can start a feud, and no one would want that."

Prince Oberyn nodded. "Of course." He was still smiling quite… Ruby wouldn't say 'evilly', but toothily definitely fit.

"I don't think anyone wishes to start a feud," Ellaria said with a friendly smile.

Ruby nodded, but Blake tilted her head to the side. "Starting or perpetuating a feud is often difficult to distinguish."

"Point taken, my lady." Oberyn nodded at her, and his smile looked less smug. And Ellaria looked a bit concerned.

Ruby swallowed her third cake, then cleared her throat again. "Good! So, we're not going to leave right away, but we're not planning to stay that long either."

"As long as my brother has enough time to prepare for your visit, that won't be a problem, my lady."

That sounded… good. He didn't grin as if he meant something else. "Alright!" Ruby nodded again. "Shouldn't be too long, either." Blake was working hard, and so was the Three-Eyed Crow, if Ruby hadn't misidentified the birds that were acting a bit weirdly.

"I can only imagine how much you must be missing your home and family," Ellaria said.

Ruby pressed her lips together as she nodded. Poor Dad and Uncle Qrow. And Team JNPR. And Penny. And… Too many.

"We do indeed miss our friends and family, but we will not neglect our obligations to those who trust us here," Weiss said.

"Yeah," Yang added.

"No one who knows you would expect otherwise, my ladies," Oberyn said. "Though if I have learned anything in my own travels, far from home, it's that it tends to foster closer relationships with your travelling friends from home. Something, I believe you are familiar with already."

Ruby blinked again. What did he mean? Team RWBY had already been a team of besties before they had arrived here, so… Oh. She noticed his glance and small smirk at Yang and Blake. Who probably were sitting a bit closer to each other than they had to.

Next to Ruby, Weiss sighed softly.

So much for keeping things discreet!


*****

So, Prince Oberyn had noticed Yang and Blake's relationship, Weiss Schnee noted. In hindsight, it had been naive to expect her friends to be able to fool him. Not only was the man far more experienced than any of Team RWBY, he also had, according to all sources and confirmed by Blake's observations, earned his reputation, both about such matters as well as about his education in the Citadel. And, despite being born and raised in Dorne, where society was a bit more tolerant and open compared to the rest of Westeros, he had spent so much time outside his home region, he would be used to spotting hints others might overlook. This would require a delicate touch to…

"Yeah." Yang, of course, was anything but delicate. She bared her teeth at the prince in what some would describe as a 'shit-eating grin', Weiss surmised, and wrapped her arm around Blake's waist. "You could say so."

Weiss suppressed the urge to sigh or scold her friend. "Our homeland has different customs than Westeros," she commented.

"And you, of course, have no need to conform to Westeros's customs in that area." Prince Oberyn's smile was wide and suggestive, in Weiss's opinion.

But he was not wrong. "We don't plan to be blatant about it," she told him - and her friends, in case Yang needed a reminder - "but neither will we bend to prohibitions we do not consider sensible or just."

"Well, you will be pleased to discover on your trip that things are different in Dorne, I think," Prince Oberyn replied.

"Compared to the rest of Westeros, yes, I believe so." Weiss nodded.

"But, perhaps, not so different when compared to your home world, my lady?" Ellaria asked.

That was a good question. And one Weiss could not, in fairness, answer honestly with her currently still limited and second-hand knowledge of Dorne. Still, she could make an educated - or semi-educated - guess. "It depends on which aspect of society you focus on, mistress."

"Oh?" Ellara raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you already made it clear that in your world, relationships that would see someone ostracised - or worse - here are not treated the same," Prince Oberyn said.

"Yep!" Yang nodded. "We fought a war about that. And other stuff, of course. In short, no one gets to tell people how to live their lives."

Weiss nodded with her friends - Ruby emphatically, Blake more abruptly - even though she knew things were not quite as simple as Yang made it out to be. Weiss certainly couldn't live her life as she wished it; Father had seen to that, and she was aware, as should be Blake, that how free people were depended, for good or ill, on their station in life. Ironically, both the very poor and the very rich might be the ones with the least freedom to choose their own path in life, albeit Weiss knew that people like her were not bound by the necessity of earning a living but the desire to avoid - fear of; actually, she wasn't ging to mince words in the privacy of her head - losing the standard of living they had grown accustomed to. And, perhaps, that pushed her to add: "It's not always quite as simple, but it's generally understood."

She ignored Ruby's frown when her partner glanced at her and watched Prince Oberyn nod. "Nothing is ever simple. And for every rule, there is an exception, right?"

"Sometimes things are simple." Yang disagreed. "Or you simplify them." She bared her teeth again.

Weiss stifled a gasp. Did her impetuous friend just threaten the prince?

However, Prince Oberyn laughed, and Weiss relaxed a little. "Indeed," she said to change the subject somewhat, "As long as no children are involved, relationships of all kinds are accepted."

"Some people might still gossip and comment, of course, if they disagree with the other's choice, but they are the kind of people not worth listening to," Blake added.

Ruby grumbled something about rumour-mongering people, but that could apply to both Remnant and Westeros, of course.

Ellaria briefly chuckled and voiced what Weiss had just thought.

"So, we trust in your discretion," Weiss said.

Ruby nodded. "We're not ashamed, but we also don't want to cause trouble."

"Yes," Weiss added. "We want to leave a stable realm, and as silly as a controversy over our sexual preferences would be from our point of view, things are different here, and despite our reputation, a discussion could cause unrest." She looked directly at Prince Oberyn.

"Like a riot," Ruby said, nodding earnestly.

"Yeah," Yang added.

"It could endanger our friends and those who depend on our protection," Blake spoke up.

Prince Oberyn smiled. "Rest assured, my ladies, our lips are sealed."

"Good!" Ruby beamed at him.

Weiss nodded. "And I don't even want to think about what would happen if the Faceless Men thought we needed help dealing with such an affair."

"Oh, right!" Ruby sighed. "They offered to kill people for annoying us in Braavos. Can you imagine that?"

Weiss felt a bit bad for threatening, if indirectly, Prince Oberyn - he had stiffened, and the glance he exchanged with his mistress was clearly one of concern - but it was better that he understood the stakes. Team RWBY really didn't need to deal with more courtly trouble, whether it was a struggle for power or merely what passed for amusement amongst certain nobility. Prince Oberyn, who, like Lord Tyrion, had a tendency to let his tongue run a bit if it ended in a witty quip, but he most certainly would also do whatever he thought would serve his and his home and house's interest.

So, she didn't really feel guilty for ensuring that he knew that a stable realm was in the interest of everyone.


*****

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

Blake Belladonna was checking the walls outside their quarters, and the courtyard below, when Yang spoke up behind her. "So… we couldn't really hide it, huh? One glance and he knew. And we were really discreet."

"I think Prince Oberyn is not the best example of the average courtier," Weiss added before Blake could answer.

She walked over to her girlfriend - even after a few weeks, it still made her belly feel a bit tingly thinking it - and sat down on the armrest of Yang's seat, putting her arm across Yang's shoulders and leaning into her side.

"But you weren't really discreet, either," Weiss added with a frown.

"We were!" Yang protested. "I didn't pull Blake into my lap!" And with a grin, she proceeded to do exactly that.

Blake had known what was coming when Yang said it and let her do it. But as she snuggled up to Yang's chest, she had to agree with Weiss - to some degree. "We were sitting more closely together than Weiss and Ruby." Their thighs had touched.

"I've seen others do the same!" Yang said.

Blake had to grin at that, and Weiss sighed. "That's not the great comeback you might think it is."

Yang blinked. "What do you… Oh! You mean those were…?"

"I'm not saying that, but I am not not saying it either. But it is certainly a possibility," Weiss said. "However, we shouldn't look at others but at our own."

"I am!" Yang said, and Blake found her girlfriend tilting her head to look into her eyes.

"I didn't mean like… Oh! Honestly!" Weiss pouted. "Can we briefly discuss this before you start making out?"

Blake forced herself to nod in agreement even though part of her felt that making out was the better choice. Especially since she was sitting in Yang's lap.

"Well…" Ruby shrugged when Blake looked at her. "Just sit a bit farther away, I guess? And, uh, don't make out in public? Though people are a bit more touchy-feely here than back home. In a non-couple way, I mean. And between friends, usually."

Blake had noticed that as well, although it wasn't really noticeable, in her opinion.

"More than in Atlas, certainly," Weiss commented.

"So, you're not used to sharing body heat to keep warm?" Yang grinned.

"Atlas has perfectly fine heating in its buildings, I'll have you know!"

Atlas likely did, but Mantle was another topic. Not that Blake would bring it up right now - that would only drag out the discussion, and she would prefer to spend more private time with her girlfriend instead.

Ruby cleared her throat. "Well, I'm just saying, people - at least friends, same-sex friends, I mean - are a bit more touchy-feeling here, so you shouldn't have to act as if you don't like each other or something."

"Which we wouldn't do," Yang said, and Blake felt the arm around her waist tighten.

She liked that and leaned her cheek against Yang's shoulder in return.

"No one is expecting you to act as if you're distant," Weiss retorted.

"You just said we shouldn't sit as closely together as we did today," Yang pointed out.

Yang was just riling up Weiss, Blake knew, but she couldn't help agreeing with the sentiment. She knew this was a different world, with different customs, and she shouldn't apply her own standards to it, but conforming to bigots, even in a small way, went against everything she believed and everything her parents and herself had stood for.

Weiss stood up and frowned at them in that pouty way of hers - 'mad princess style', Yang had called it once. "Oh for…! You know what I mean. As I said, Prince Oberyn is - or so I think - due to his upbringing and experience, and proclivities, I guess, an exception."

"Yes!" Ruby nodded. "If sitting close together were a sure sign of being together-together, then they would think Weiss and I were also a couple."

Blake was very tempted to make a joke about Weiss's expression upon hearing Ruby's earnest attempt to support her partner, but she contented herself with chuckling when Weiss obviously was at a loss for words.

"That's… Yes, what Ruby said," Weiss managed to say with a firm nod after a few moments.

"And if others still spot us, well…" Yang shrugged, which was a bit distracting, with Blake so close. "We're not going to let anyone tell us how to live."

"No, we won't," Blake said.

Ruby agreed.

Weiss sighed. "Let's hope no one does, or if they do, nothing comes of it. I really don't want to delay our departure - and hopefully, our return home - any further than strictly necessary."

That was a sentiment Blake wholeheartedly agreed with. She wanted to go home. To Beacon. And, she added with a guilty feeling that seemed to twist her stomach into knots, to her family. If they heard about her disappearance, if that was the first news they would receive from Blake since far too long than she was comfortable with…

"Yeah," Ruby said with a soft sigh.


*****

"Do you think we'll get home?"

Blake turned her head to the side to look at her girlfriend. Yang sounded hesitant, almost shy - a far cry from the confident girl she knew. Which was slightly worrying since they were alone in their bedroom, cuddling in their bed, and had every reason to be happy. "Yes," Blake said.

"Really?" Yang sounded doubtful.

"We have a good lead," Blake told her. "The ruins' descriptions match." They had spent some precious Dust charges on their scrolls to check the pictures they had taken before the incident, amongst them signs and runes that they hadn't shared yet, and those matched some Leaf had mentioned and described. That greatly reduced the chances that this was a trap.

It still could be a trap, of course, even if the ruins Leaf had mentioned were the ruins they were seeking. The dangerous 'test' they had to pass certainly didn't sound like a formality. And even if it wasn't a trap, it could turn out to be a dud. Intellectually, Blake knew that she shouldn't expect ruins, even if they were the same kind as the ones that brought her team here, to return them. That wasn't how things worked outside books and shows.

But Leaf had dreamt of them returning through those ruins. That could be just wishful thinking, of course. And yet, they were in a different world. Where magic was real. Where magic visions were real. Lady Melisandre had had such visions. The leader of the Faceless Men had had a vision. Of course, they could be hallucinating those, but… Blake didn't think so. Too much fit.

"Yes," she repeated herself. "I think we have a good chance."

Yang made a noise that sat between a sigh and a snort. "I know. And I believe it myself. But sometimes…"

"We all have doubts," Blake said, then clenched her teeth at the empty platitude. Her partner, her girlfriend, deserved better. "Sometimes, I think we'll be stuck here forever," she added in a whisper.

"Yeah." She felt Yang's finger dig into her arm and tensed. The fingers relaxed again. "Sorry."

"It didn't hurt," Blake replied. It hadn't. And it shouldn't bruise. And if it did, well… She had Aura.

"It's just… Leaf said someone brought us here," Yang went on. "It wasn't an accident. It wasn't a coincidence. Someone took us from home."

"If Leaf's correct," Blake amended. "But that also makes it more likely that they can send us back." If it had been an accident, then they would have to figure out how to undo whatever happened. But if Leaf was right, they would just have to show up and be sent back home. If. They were putting their hopes on that.

"I know. But… who brought us here? And for what? To deal with the ice zombies?" Yang scoffed. "Any huntress could've done that. Why us?"

"We were the first in the ruins?" Blake softly, slowly shrugged - she didn't want to shake off Yang's arm.

"So, a coincidence? And why didn't they send us home straight afterwards?"

"There were no ruins there," Blake pointed out, but she knew that was a weak explanation.

"Whoever did it didn't tell us anything, either. Just dropped us in the snow near for the ice zombies to find us."

That was a bit suspicious. Blake would suspect they couldn't talk to Team RWBY, but everyone else in Westeros could talk to them just fine. "That was inconsiderate of them," she said.

Yang snorted. "Your Weiss impression needs some work."

Blake smiled in return, then sighed. "I know some things do not make sense. But it's still our best shot. And it does look good. That's why I think we'll return."

Yang nodded. "Yeah. And if it doesn't return us… Well, we'll find another way home."

"Yes." Blake knew it was mostly bravado on Yang's part. If this didn't pay out, they would be back on square one. No leads. Probably no hope.

But she refused to lose hope before they even made it to the ruins. "Yes, we will. One way or the other, we will return."

"Yeah," Yang whispered with a long sigh. "Thanks."

Once more, Blake felt Yang's fingers close around her arm - but gently, this time. She sighed in return and shifted a bit to better accommodate her girlfriend.

And despite the concerns they had raised, Blake was happy that Yang trusted her enough to show her vulnerable side like that - although she wasn't blind to the irony of this sentiment since Blake and Yang had trusted each other with their lives for a long time beforethey had become a couple. But this was different. More intimate.

So she smiled as she rested her cheek on Yang's arm. She could doze a bit before she had to start her nightly patrol.


*****

Blake was a bit conflicted about spying on Prince Oberyn. He had always been friendly with Team RWBY, and violating his privacy - spying on him, she shouldn't mince words - made her feel guilty. Not the least since there was a decent chance that he would be engaged in what her favourite novels would call 'carnal pleasures' when she reached his quarters, or had recently been engaged in said things, and she couldn't help feeling that that was, as her girlfriend would say, 'kinda hot' - like in Ninjas in Love.

But not spying on him would let her friends down. Prince Oberyn was friendly with her team, and helpful, but he also was the brother of the ruler of Dorne and one of the most powerful and dangerous nobles in the Seven Kingdoms. Now that they would be travelling to Dorne, it was even more important to know if he was honest with them. Trust, but verify.

So she pushed the guilt down as she squeezed through a tunnel barely wide enough for her - she had to detach Gambol Shroud from her back and push it ahead of her to fit - until she could hear his and his paramour's voices, then settled down to listen.

*...are you certain about this?"

That was Ellaria.

"Of course."

And Oberyn,

"Truly?"

"I am certain that I could not refuse them."


A chuckle followed. And a sigh. Blake felt her ears twitch, but she didn't hear anyone else. Good. They were more likely to discuss important information when alone.

"What if your brother refuses them?"

"He won't either. That would be a loss of face, for one. And send tongues wagging with suspicion and accusations. You don't refuse the Chosen of the Seven entry into your realm."


Blake narrowed her eyes. Why would Ellaria even mention the possibility of refusing them permission to enter Dorne? Yes, they had asked for permission, but as she understood it, and as Weiss had explained, it was a mere formality, at least for a noble.

"And how will he react?"

"He knows I cannot refuse them."

"Oberyn."


Another sigh, this time his.

"He won't be pleased. He will see the danger more than the opportunity this presents. But he has enough time to prepare for their visit, so we'll be fine."

Ellaria's huff showed she didn't share his opinion.

"We can always send them on their way to those ruins if something comes up."

"They won't be alone. They will be in the company of Children of the Forest, Oberyn."

"I would be more concerned if they were in the company of the Tyrells. Or those wolves."


Once more, Blake frowned. That was an odd thing to say. The Tyrells, not the wolves, of course.

"It'll be fine, my love," Oberyn went on. "Doran has things in hand. And there's nothing to find in Sunspear, anyway."

Blake frowned. The Martells were definitely hiding something, then. Something they didn't want Team RWBY to find. And something neither Prince Oberyn nor Ellaria were mentioning out loud.


*****

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

"Focus! Focus! Focus!"

Yang Xiao Long was torn between smiling at the earnest effort Arya was making and chuckling at the pretty amusing sight the girl presented in front of her, sitting with her legs crossed, eyes closed, hands gripping each other, and chanting the same word again and again. But that would have been pretty cruel - she had told Arya about 'mantras' when the girl had asked for help, after all. Even though all she knew about it was what she had heard from Ren explaining meditation once to Jaune.

But Arya had been ready to try anything and everything, what with Jon and Bran already being able to see through their wolves' eyes. More or less when they wanted, too. But not always. And sometimes when they didn't want.

"Focus! Focus! Focus!"

Nymeria, meanwhile, was cocking her head at Arya, looking confused.

"Why does she think this will work?" Sansa asked from where she was sitting on a moss-covered old tree stump in the godswood. "It's a technique from your world, and you do not have wargs."

"Shut up!" Evidently, Arya had overheard her despite the distance. "You're just trying to distract me because you haven't managed it either!"

"That's ridiculous!" Sansa protested. "Besides, I am making progress. I could catch glimpses and scents all morning! Lady is such a good girl!"

Lady chuffed at hearing her name, and Nymeria perked up and chuffed back.

"Focus! Focus! Focus!"

The girl was determined - stubborn as hell, actually - but Yang didn't think this was going to work as she hoped. There was a thing like trying too hard, with such stuff. And Arya definitely was trying too hard, in Yang's opinion. "Try to relax," she said. "Don't force it, just… feel it."

Arya opened her eyes and stared at her. "'Feel it'? I'm trying!" With a scowl, she added: "It's not working!"

"It will work," Sansa said. "Slow and steady. You shouldn't try to force things."

"What do you know, huh?"

"I listened to Jon!"

"So did I!"

"Then why don't you do what he said?"

"I am doing what he said!"

"You're doing it wrong!"

"It's worse than helping Ruby with her Semblance ever was," Yang muttered. Or with her training so she was able to actually wield Crescent Rose. Really, designing a weapon she could barely lift, much less swing around until she was older and more trained wasn't 'thinking ahead'!

She caught movement to her side and turned. It was just a bird on a higher branch. Or not just a bird - it was staring straight at her. Yang waved with a smile, and the bird turned away, then seemed to ignore her, watching the two girls instead. Probably the Three-Eyed Crow, then. Or just a bird that planned to raid the basket with snacks the girls had brought. If it was the Three-Eyed Crow, though, it didn't have urgent news or information or it would have flown to her.

"I'm growing paranoid," Yang muttered to herself. "Watch me stare at every bird even once we're home."

"Do you think the bird means harm to us, my lady?" Sansa suddenly asked,

"What?" Yang looked at her - Sansa shouldn't have heard her, she had spoken too softly to carry the distance. Unless… "What did I say?"

"Uh…" Sansa hesitated.

"You said you'd stare at birds when you were home," Arya replied.

"Arya!" Sansa frowned at her. "She asked me!" She turned to pout at Yang. "Yes, that was what you said."

"Looks like you both managed to hear through your wolves!" Yang beamed at both of them. "Grats!"

"Ah… thank you, my lady." Sansa bowed her head.

"But I wanted to see through Nymeria's eyes!" Arya, of course, was still not pleased even though she was making progress. It really was like training Ruby at the start, before she had started seeing impressive results.

She chuckled. "Then keep doing what you did."

"But… I was! I mean, I don't know what I was doing exactly!"

"Whatever it was, it wasn't chanting!"

"Shut up, Sansa!"

Maybe Yang shouldn't have volunteered for this, but Ruby and Weiss had a meeting with the High Septon, Blake wouldn't go near the wolves if she could help it - and she could - Jon was at the Order Headquarters, and Bran was still standing guard at the Tower of the Hand. Yang snorted - if the boy thought he had fooled anyone with his attempt to train his talent further, he was sorely mistaken.

"Focus! Focus!"

The bird cawed - not like a crow or raven, more like some tiny rooster trying to imitate either - and launched itself off the branch to land on Arya's shoulder.

Yang was about to move to them - if the Three-Eyed Crow was trying anything, she'd teach them a lesson - but the bird just lightly pecked against Arya's head, then flew off again.

"That was weird," Arya said.

"It was," Sansa added, both hands on the food basket.

"Yeah," Yang agreed. "But birds can be weird just like anyone else."

Both girls nodded as if she had said something wise, and Yang winced while they closed their eyes and tried to sense through their wolves again. She had to learn to pick her words more carefully - too many people were taking her comments far too seriously. It would be embarrassing if a bad joke turned into some holy command by mistake. Embarrassing and dangerous.

She snorted again. It was a good thing no one from home was watching her, being all concerned about it; she had a reputation to maintain.

And two girls to babysit, she reminded herself. She had agreed to help them as well as she could, after all, when Arya hadn't stopped begging. Sansa had not objected then, Yang remembered with a grin. For all the girl's attempts to be a grown-up noblewoman, she was not that different from her sister.

She noticed Nymeria suddenly freezing, then looking around stiffly. Like Ghost and Hunter had, when Jon and Bran had managed to warg them the first time.

"Grats, Arya!" she said, beaming.

Then she laughed - Nymeria, or Arya, tried to look proud, but overbalanced when raising her head and ended up falling on her side.

Lady chuffed several times, as if she were laughing as well, and Sansa… Oh. It looked like both girls had managed to warg today.

Their rivalry would likely continue for some time.


*****
 
Chapter 65: Leaving New
Chapter 65: Leaving

'One of the more complex aspects of the Four Maidens' influence on Westeros, next to the famous but often simplified even in academic discourse effect they had on the Faith of the Seven, are the cultural developments. While it is certainly hyperbole to claim the four noblewomen started a cultural revolution - I have already laid out in another chapter how correlation cannot be taken as causation and how their presence alone cannot prove their responsibility - at first glance, it seems striking how their time in Westeros precedes several changes in both customs and culture, affecting both nobility and smallfolk. Everyone is aware of the effect their principles and stated views had on the chivalric code in Westeros, but things are a lot murkier when it comes to things such as fashion, music and literature, all of which saw significant changes and new developments, but only once Team Ruby had left Westeros. Claiming their unproven and most certainly fictional visit to Braavos as the catalyst that would see Braavosi plays being adapted in Westeros a generation later is obviously wrong, but the theory that certain changes in the musical culture were influenced by them is less easy to dismiss, for example, and fashion changes constantly, and often seemingly reacts to whims, so any attempt to prove their influence in that area is doomed from the start.'
  • A Treatise On The Ruby Order, by Maester Kennet Bracken


*****

The Great Sept of Baelor, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

"High Septon! Surely you've heard the news! The Four Maidens, the Messengers of the Seven, are about to leave us!"

The High Septon slowly nodded at Septon Abon - the man was wringing his hands as if he had just proclaimed that the world was ending today. "I have heard rumours to this extent," he said, stretching the truth a little by omitting parts of it.

"Those are no mere rumours!" Abon blurted out. "Hernis has confirmed them! They plan to leave us!"

Septon Hernis had indeed confirmed that, personally, to the High Septon the very day the man had learned about this. Alas, it seemed the septon's discretion had not lasted as long as the High Septon had hoped. Perhaps he had come to the conclusion that, as rumours were already running wild, he might as well serve his own vanity and trade his knowledge for short-lived acclaim and confirm them before someone else did - it wasn't as if the Four Maidens were hiding their intentions from anyone, after all.

Again, he slowly nodded. "So I have heard."

"And what are you doing about it?"

Once more, the full truth would likely cause more harm than provide comfort, so the High Septon didn't tell Abon that he had no intention of even attempting to stop the Blessed Messengers of the Seven from doing what the gods expected from them - whatever it turned out to be. "I am meeting with them today to discuss this very topic," he said. Meaning, how to handle the effects on the faithful, which even he himself might have underestimated, he amended his thoughts when he saw the sheer relief appearing on Abon's face.

"Praise the Seven! You can save us from abandonment!" the man cried out.

This time, the High Septon didn't hide his frown. He understood and forgave Abon his distress at the news - many faithful, even septons, had grown accustomed to the protection and guidance the Seven provided through their messengers, and the prospect of losing such clear signs of the gods' favour could shake the strongest heart. But Abon really should know better than to utter such words. "No one who has faith in the Seven will ever be truly abandoned, Abon. They watch over us, always," he said, tilting his head slightly.

"Ah… Of course, High Septon! I would never doubt that!"

The High Septon knew better, of course - men were weak, and anyone's faith could waver when faced with a test that seemed impossible to pass. His own certainly had done so several times. And, to his eternal shame, his piety had suffered as well, until the Seven-Who-Are-One had sent their messengers to remind him and the entire Faith of the true path. Men were not perfect, far from it, but that did not matter as long as you never abandoned your faith. As long as you were willing to return to the right path, the Seven would help you. He nodded and smiled gently. "Of course. We all walk under Their gaze and bask in Their grace. But the Seven also teach us not to be selfish. There are always people with greater needs than ourselves, aren't there?"

"Y-yes, High Septon."

"And we cannot hoard the Seven's gifts when we have already been blessed so much. As we give to the poor what we can spare, we must share the Seven's grace and guidance," the High Septon went on. Refusing to share your bounty when you had more than you needed and others were suffering was a sin. That went for wealth as it went for wisdom - or divine blessings.

Abon looked dejected as he lowered his eyes. "Of course, High Septon. We have been blessed for so long by their presence, we cannot allow ourselves to fall into the conceit that we deserve their help more than others."

"Exactly!" He beamed and clasped the man's shoulder. "Enjoy what we were freely given, and share what you can."

"I will!" Abon nodded firmly, determination having replaced the former desperation. "I will!"

The High Septon smiled as the man left, walking with his back straight and his faith firm. As a septon should. He suppressed the pang of sorrow he felt. He would miss the Four Maidens' presence, of course, as would Abon, but he would never put his own desires over the Seven's will. Never again.

With a satisfied sigh, he returned to his desk, where his work awaited. Not quite as urgent as tending to the fears and worries of his flock, but nevertheless necessary. The Seven could work miracles, but the faithful had to work with what they had, and that required planning and organisation.

Unfortunately, he had barely finished with a request for a replacement septon from a village in the Westerlands when another of his flock barged into his office. "High Septon! Have you heard the most terrible news?"

The High Septon closed his eyes for a moment and ruefully smiled with a sigh before nodding. "I am aware of the Four Maidens' intentions, Bren."

Bren gasped. "They say they will be heading to Dorne! Dorne! The very heart of debauchery and sin! And Prince Oberyn will be their guide! High Septon! We have to save them from corruption!"

His smile froze on his face for a moment. "You think the Four Maidens need saving?" he asked, the sheer incredulity of the notion making him doubt his ears.

"Yes!" Bren nodded rapidly. "Their purity and innocence will be faced with the worst corruption imaginable!"

"Except for Lys, of course," the High Septon said before he could help himself.

Bren blinked, then nodded. "Ah, yes. Of course."

"Or the Slaver's Bay," the High Septon went on. Slavery was one of the worst sins imaginable, and for all of Dorne's… somewhat unconventional views in certain areas, they were as firm in their hatred of that vile institution as all of Westeros was. Perhaps even more so, given how long the Roynar had fought the Valarian Empire, infamous for how they used and abused slaves, before fleeing to Westeros.

Bren shook his head. "I would not fear for them if they went to Slaver's Bay, High Septon. I would rejoice instead, for the end of the slavers would be nigh."

He wasn't wrong about that, the High Septon had to admit. The Four Maidens certainly could crush the slavers of Essos. But the Seven obviously had other plans for them. Others would have to do their work instead.

"But I fear for them in Dorne!" Bren went on. "For its corruption is insidious, masking itself as friendliness and hospitality, slowly seeping into your very heart, staining your soul until you have all but abandoned what is right and proper! They are maidens fair, High Septon! Innocent in body and soul!"

Right, Bren had had a somewhat checkered past when it came to the temptations of the flesh, the High Septon remembered. Before the man had joined the Faith, he had led a vastly different life. But that didn't mean that the Maidens were like Bren had been in his youth.

"They are the Messengers of the Seven, Bren," the High Septon reminded him. They have spent a year at court, and many noblemen have pursued them, including the Royal Family." King Robert had earned his reputation as a philanderer, and few women, especially unmarried women, would have refused his advances. Or a marriage to the heir of a Great House - the High Septon was well aware of what kind of offers had been made, publicly or not. "Prince Oberyn himself has joined them on many events at Court. If they were susceptible to such, ah, corruption as you fear, wouldn't they have succumbed to it already? And yet, not even a rumour has reached us of any such lapse, or anyone's chastity lost." He smiled at the man. "Have faith, Bren, in their virtue."

"Y-Yes, High Septon!" Bren nodded, but it was clear as day - his weak smile and haunted eyes betrayed him - that he was still worried. And if his worry had driven him to approach the High Septon, who knew what else it could make him do? Not the High Septon, that was certain.

So he nodded and patted the man's shoulder. "You would trust them with your life and soul, wouldn't you?"

"Of course!" Bren drew himself up, plainly indignant, yet on behalf of the Four Maidens.

"Then trust them in this as well, Bren." The High Septon stared at him until Bren looked away and sighed. Well, perhaps some levity might help? "Besides, could you imagine Lady Ruby forgoing her love of cakes and pies for the fleeting attention of a man?"

Bren chuckled, a bit shaky and forcedly, but still. "No, I cannot, High Septon." Then he gasped. "Unless it was a baker!"

"I was jesting, Bren," the High Septon said quickly. "I have faith in the virtue of the Four Maidens, and so should you." And he did have faith. The Four Maidens might not behave as noblewomen in Westeros of their rank did - or anyone else - but their honour and integrity were beyond question. They, more than anyone else, proved that what truly mattered was not your words or appearance, nor your station or wealth, but your deeds and heart, and, most of all, your willingness to do your best to help others in need.

A lesson the High Septon had failed to learn many times in the past until their arrival, but one he would never forget again. No matter how tiresome or hard to reach some of those who needed help might be. For the Seven-Who-Are-One expected nothing less from the septons, much less the High Septon.

"I will, High Septon," Bren said. "I will try, at least."

"That is all that is asked of you, Bren. The Seven know that men are not perfect. That we might slip and fall. But as long as we're willing to get up one more time than we have fallen, we will never be truly lost."

"Yes, High Septon!" Bren bowed his head and left, and the High Septon was happy to see he was walking with at least a smidgen more confidence now. Good.

He looked out the window - Summer had passed, but it was still not yet cold enough to have him shutter most of his windows to ward away the cold of winter - at the sun. Short of noon. Perhaps he should take a small break and have a light meal before the Four Maidens might arrive… It wouldn't do to receive them hungry. On the other hand, while he had never been a true glutton, he had indulged himself more than once, far more, with expensive food and wine. A bit of fasting would do the soul good, he thought with a chuckle.

Perhaps a bit of tea would be enough, then. And help him through the reports before the next worried member of his flock arrived in need of wise advice and heartfelt assurance - both he could now honestly provide.

As long as he didn't have to deal with the rumours of the Maiden's supposed debauchery in Braavos that he had heard this morning. That had been both annoying and frustrating. His fellow faithful should really know better.


*****

Street of Steel, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

"Please! Do not leave us, Blessed Maidens!"

"Please! Do not abandon us!"

"Lady Ruby!"

"Lady Weiss!"

Ruby Rose had trouble keeping a smile on her face while Weiss and she walked down the Street of Steel towards the Great Sept. Partially because she felt guilty for causing the people staring and pleading all that worry. And partially because she was annoyed by the whole scene. Team RWBY would return home. They had never made a secret of that. Everyone should know this!

"Please, my ladies!" A woman stepped in front of them and fell to her knees. "Please do not leave us!"

That was… Really. Ruby swallowed her first reflex and forced herself to smile gently. "We cannot stay, mistress," she said. "We are needed elsewhere." Back home. Back with their friends and family. "But we will not leave you hanging," she added, and hoped she wasn't lying. She wasn't cut out for this - she wasn't some divine messenger, or angel, or whatever! She was just a Huntress doing what she could to help people! As she should.

Fortunately, Weiss was there to help deal with all of this. "Rest assured that we will not leave you in danger," she said, tilting her head with that polite smile that almost looked honest if you didn't know her like Ruby did. "We did away with the threat from beyond the Wall, we helped root out the corruption in King's Landing - and dealt with the wildfire."

And boy, there had been a lot of corruption, Ruby thought. She didn't say that, of course - she just nodded and kept smiling as the people around them started praising them again. They hadn't done that much, really. Just what had come naturally to them. Oh! "And if you need more help, the RWBY Order will do what they can!"

Weiss was giving her a side-eyed look, and her smile slipped a tiny bit, so Ruby probably had made a mistake. But it was the truth - the Order would do what they could to help those in need. That was why they had founded it, after all.

"But remember that they are still growing," Weiss said. "They will do their best, but they are still few in number."

Ah, right. Ruby nodded. She knew all about high expectations. And Weiss knew even more about that kind of pressure. "They will grow, though," she said. "And in time, they will be able to protect and help you even better than we can." Because Team RWBY couldn't be everywhere at once. But if the Order grew large enough, it could.

Most of the people crowding them started cheering, so Ruby counted that as a win. Even though they had to use Weiss's glyphs to travel the last leg of the trip to the sept by passing over the heads of the crowd assembled in front of the sept because there were too many people there to pass through.


*****

The Great Sept of Baelor, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

The High Septon, at least, was smiling warmly at them when they entered his office instead of looking either awed, worried or both. "My ladies, welcome to my humble abode," he said with a deep bow.

It was certainly less decorated than it had been during their first visit, so long ago, but Ruby wasn't sure she would call it humble - it was still almost as big as her home on Patch. Well, at least the entire ground floor. "Thank you, High Septon," she said, bowing her head in return.

"Thank you for receiving us," Weiss added. "We know you're a very busy man."

The High Septon chuckled and bowed his head even deeper. "I am always at your service, my ladies. How may I help you?"

Ruby hid her wince at hearing this. It felt wrong, but there was no fixing this - she knew that now. "Well, it's not so much what you can do for us but what we can do for you, you know? If you need anything from us."

"We'll be glad to render assistance," Weiss added.

"Ah." The man nodded. "There's nothing that requires your help, my ladies."

Ruby frowned a little. In her experience, there was always stuff that needed doing. On the other hand, the Sept shouldn't need help with routine tasks, as Weiss would say - when an organisation couldn't handle the daily workload any more, it usually was in an existential crisis, according to Ruby's partner. So, that was good news.

"We are happy to hear that, High Septon." Weiss sounded honestly pleased, too. Or a little doubtful. "Although the people outside seem worried."

The High Septon sighed. "Most smallfolk are worried by any change to their daily life. Not unjustly so, of course - any significant change can bring both great boons and great dangers. But they have grown used to your presence, and the prospect of losing it scares some amongst them."

More than just 'some', Ruby thought. There were a huge number of people outside.

"Understandable," Weiss commented in her neutral voice. "But they shouldn't be worried."

Ruby nodded emphatically. On Remnant, so many people worrying so much would attract all the Grimm of the entire region.

The High Septon sighed. "It will take time to lay their fears to rest."

"How can we help with that?" Ruby asked. Reassuring civilians so they stopped attracting Grimm was a core task for any Huntress.

The High Septon seemed to mull this over. "Well, if you wish to reassure them personally, it might help."

Oh. More public speaking? Ruby glanced at Weiss, but her traitorous partner was looking at the High Septon and not at her.

Drat. She forced herself to smile confidently. "We'll do what we can!" They couldn't leave if that would cause people to worry so much, could they?

"Thank you, my ladies." He smiled gratefully at her, and Ruby felt guilty for her selfish thoughts. And then she felt guilty because she was delaying her team's departure even more.

Sometimes, no matter what she did, she felt guilty.

And then she felt pain because Weiss had just pinched her in the thigh.


*****

Street of Steel, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

"Why did you pinch me?"

"Because you were blaming yourself for things that weren't your fault."

Really! Sometimes, Weiss Schnee despaired for her team leader and partner. Ruby was a great Huntress, a great person, always willing to help others, but she had a tendency to try too hard and take responsibilities that weren't hers. And as her partner and loyal teammate, it fell to Weiss to help her out.

They were - thanks to Weiss's glyphs forming a path above the square - out of earshot of the crowd gathered outside the Great Sept as long as Weiss or Ruby didn't shout, so Weiss didn't bother whispering. "It's not your fault that people feel bad about you leaving. You cannot, and should not, let their insecurities and selfishness define your actions. You have already done a lot for them."

"I know!" Ruby retorted. "I still feel bad."

Of course she would! Weiss herself couldn't help feeling a bit - just a little bit - guilty for leaving people who depended so much on them, but she stood behind what she had just told Ruby. They had done what they could - more than they had to, actually, if Weiss were quite honest and applied professional standards for Huntresses - for the locals here. No one expected a team of Huntresses to, say, train up a local militia in a village they visited. Unless, of course, that was a mission. "We're not leaving them at the mercy of a Horde of Grimm," she said.

Ruby snorted as they made their way to Master Mott's smithy. "No, we're just leaving them at the mercy of the plotting Court."

"That's not quite comparable," Weiss replied. Ruby was not quite serious, or so she hoped, at least. "And we've done a lot to stabilise the Court as well." One could argue that their presence had destabilised the realm, but Weiss refused to accept blame for that; most of the problems that had (and in some cases still) plagued the Court had been present before they had arrived in this world.

"It still feels bad to leave them." Ruby sighed. "And not just because we're leaving friends here. Friends we might never see again. It's just…" She sighed again.

Weiss frowned at her. She hadn't wanted to think about that part of heading home. Of leaving friends. Not just because she had friends here she would miss, but because it felt like a harbinger of her future once they were back home. As the heiress to the Schnee Dust Corporation, she would have to take over the company. Likely not right after graduating from Beacon, but she couldn't stay a Huntress like her friends - she wouldn't have too much time to join the company to build up her support network and learn about the different parts before Whitley would try to replace her. If the boy hadn't already managed that, what with Weiss having gone missing, presumed dead, for over a year now. If he had, taking her position back would be difficult.

On the other hand, if she were no longer the heiress, she was free to stay with her team. Her friends. Her partner, a voice in the back of her head whispered. She could be happy.

But how happy could she truly be if Whitley led SDC following the example of Father? That would bring down misery and suffering on many, many people.

Weiss sighed. "I know, Ruby. But still, you can't feel responsible for everything. And we have family and friends back home who are missing us as much or more than the people here."

"You're right." Ruby nodded firmly. "We have done our best. We can't ask for more."

She smiled at Weiss, and Weiss felt like a hypocrite.


*****

"...and you managed to make the pedals and chains, Gendry? Great!"

"I did, my lady. However, those 'gears' Lady Yang sketched elude us so far. The principle is clear, of course, but the execution requires more skill than I currently have. Forging a switch that doesn't throw the chain off every second try has proven too much for me."

"Oh, don't worry - I used to do that myself with my bike. Sometimes, it just happens."

"But every second time?"

"Yeah, that might be a bit much. Hm. Have you shown Yang the design?"

"I did, but she said it was how it worked for her. She said she would take another look later."

"Hm. I am sure there are some differences…"

Weiss shook her head as she watched Ruby and Gendry work on the bicycle. Well, Ruby watched while Gendry demonstrated the piece of gear. Weiss wasn't an expert on bikes, or mechanics in general, but she had seen the same design on Nana Schnee's bike, 'Stardust'. Not that she would mention that, of course; Ruby might not make fun of her for having a named bicycle, but the others would once Ruby let it slip by accident. And she would. On the other hand, Yang had named her bike 'Bumblebee', so she might not tease Weiss over her own… What was she thinking? Yang would tease her anyway.

Master Mott scoffing next to her interrupted her idle thoughts. "The lad's been fixating on this, instead of more regular work."

"He seems to have taken the fact that other smiths have copied the first version of his bike to heart," Weiss replied.

"As he should. People always copy what they couldn't think of themselves. That's why we don't share our secrets."

Weiss swallowed the impulse to tell the man that keeping inventions, especially technological breakthroughs, secret hampered the economy. They had no patent system in Westeros, and if they had one, she had no doubt that patent enforcement would depend on personal influence and status, or outright corruption. Still… "And what if the secret dies with you?"

"That's what your apprentices are for. They are trusted with our secrets. The good ones, at least."

A craftsman's children - sons - in other words; Weiss knew that. Or, in Mott's case, adopted-in-all-but-name son. Still… "And what if Gendry dies before he can pass the knowledge on?" she asked. She didn't like saying this, but… "He will be knighted soon enough, and while I don't doubt that he'll always be a smith, he will also fight."

"His father's son," Mott replied. He made it sound like a curse. "But he's the best apprentice I've had."

Weiss didn't doubt that either. Gendry was - his impressive physique aside that made him so talented at combat and smithing - not only skilled but also smart, humble and gentle, yet had his pride and determination as well as ambition. "Have you thought of documenting your trade?"

"What?"

"Write down what and how you work," she explained. "So your knowledge doesn't die with you." She didn't have to add 'if Gendry dies before you find another trusted apprentice'; he knew what she meant.

"A smith's skill cannot be taught from books," he replied with a scoff.

She raised her eyebrows. "I do not contest that physical demonstrations are important to get familiar with techniques and to perfect them, but in our world, manuals for both crafting and combat exist and are crucial for training young people."

"And your masters fill those with their secrets?" He scoffed again at the very notion, it seemed.

Weiss narrowed her eyes at the implied doubt. "They patent their innovations so they can sell licenses to those who wish to use their ideas - and deny those who copy them to profit without paying them. However, you are correct that some firms prefer to keep at least some techniques secret rather than patent them, but even they document said techniques and ensure that enough copies are stored in safe places so they won't lose everything to theft, sabotage or an accident."

"Theft or sabotage?"

Weiss nodded. Industrial espionage was a fact of life in Atlas, and so was sabotage, despite the efforts of the Army to crack down on it for weakening the kingdom in the face of the Grimm. Father had mentioned several such cases, and while he had not outright said so, not even hinted at it, she was sure he had orchestrated several such acts himself - some accidents had been too convenient for SDC's plans. Or his personal ambitions.

"The other smiths would pillage my smithy if they thought I had my knowledge written down."

"And if you kept it safely stored somewhere else?"

"Who could be trusted with that? Even the Iron Bank would be tempted to read it."

Weiss wasn't quite certain whether he was speaking in the abstract or was saying that he possessed knowledge that would be worth it for the Iron Bank to suffer such a blow to its reputation, should espionage be revealed. "That is a risk, yes," she said. "But compared to the threat of losing knowledge?"

"If the alchemists had lost the knowledge of making wildfire, the city wouldn't have been in danger of burning down."

"That's one example. But if no one knew about wildfire, no one would have known how to treat and transport it safely," she countered. "And would you really wish to let the knowledge your master trusted you with, knowledge he was trusted with by his master, going back so long, become lost?"

Mott stared at her, then cursed under his breath. "No, I don't wish that, you're right. But I don't want it to spread to everyone, either."

Weiss shrugged. Ultimately, it was his decision.

"Have you seen such manuals for smithing?"

"Ah…" Weiss smiled and didn't let her slight embarrassment show. She had focused on other areas than smithing - and she could maintain Myrtenaster perfectly even if she hadn't built it herself! "I think Ruby's the expert on that. Ruby!"

"...and if we tighten this… What?" Ruby looked over her shoulder.

"Master Mott has a few questions about manuals," Weiss told her.

"Oh?"

"Yes. I am considering putting down some… techniques," Master Mott confirmed with a glance toward Weiss.

"You are, master?" Gendry seemed surprised.

Ruby, of course, nodded. "Sure thing! Though we're in the middle of a thing here, so…"

"That can wait, my lady!" Gendry quickly said. "Lady Yang is supposed to come later today as well. You can help Master Mott."

"Alright!"

Weiss smiled as the two left for Mott's office.

"So, he really wants to write down his secrets?" Gendry asked her.

Weiss frowned. "I don't know what he wants to write down, but I think so."

"Ah."

He was looking at her as if she had achieved something impressive. All she had done was share some of her knowledge.


*****

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

"...and so we're supposed to hold a speech at the Great Sept."

Blake Belladonna nodded at Ruby's perhaps not quite so summarised summary. This made sense; thanks to her patrols and spying, and her good hearing in general, she was well aware of how many people, especially the smallfolk, were worried about Team RWBY's imminent departure.

"You are supposed to do it. As you have done before, I'll remind you," Weiss said.

"I didn't do it alone!"

"You actually did, sis!" Yang grinned. "Just be honest, as usual."

"But…" Ruby pouted, then sighed.

"Just tell them that others need us now," Weiss suggested. "It's true."

It was and wasn't. Team RWBY was one team amongst dozens just at Beacon, so Remnant would be fine without them, but their friends and family needed them. Even Blake, she added while pressing her lips together.

Ruby sighed once more.

"Just be yourself," Yang said.

Ruby frowned at her, but Blake agreed with Yang. "You'll do fine."

"Yes." Weiss nodded.

"You guys suck," Ruby mumbled under her breath - Blake doubted anyone else heard her - but she was smiling.

"And if you actually prepare a speech, you can ask us for advice."

"Thanks Weiss!" Ruby beamed at her. "So, that's one thing. Also, we might have to help the Order get a secure archive and library."

Blake blinked. "What?"

"Weiss kinda persuaded Mott to start a patent office," Ruby explained.

"I did no such thing! I merely impressed upon him - after being prompted - the importance of ensuring your crucial knowledge survives an untimely accident or illness." Weiss huffed. "And while I explained how a patent office works, Mott is just looking for a secure archive for his knowledge."

"And the Order seems ideal for that since it's meant for Gendry!" Ruby added.

That made more sense, of course. It would be another task for the Order, but Blake couldn't really argue against adding a library of sorts to the RWBY Order. The more archives and libraries existed in Westeros, the better. Even though she didn't think fiction novels like the ones common on Remnant would appear anytime soon, much less the kind of books like Ninjas in Love. Literacy wasn't common enough for that. On the other hand, Braavos's plays were written down, weren't they?

"I'm sure we can get some shelves," Yang said.

"And fireproof doors for the basement, so the documents can survive an accident or attack," Weiss added.

Blake nodded.

"That might take more work," Yang said.

"Unless we get some from a dungeon," Ruby said.

"Those are wood reinforced with metal. We'd need a metal door to serve as a firewall of sorts, and even then, we need to carefully align the shelves so they can't catch fire from the metal when it starts heating up," Yang went on and grinned. "It's going to be some work."

"Work the Order can do or get done," Weiss said. "We don't need to construct it personally."

"Well, we - or I, at least - could," Yang replied.

"Are you insinuating I couldn't?"

"Well… yes."

"That's…"

"Stop it!" Ruby cut off Weiss and Yang's argument. "Yang, you're expected at Mott's, to help with the bike. I tried, but I couldn't figure out what's wrong with the gear switch either."

"Right."

Blake stood as well. "I'll come with you for part of the trip. I'll have to check out a few things anyway."

Yang grinned and offered her her arm.

"If you check each other out, please be discreet," Weiss added.

"Always!" Yang claimed.

Blake looked at Ruby and Weiss and nodded reassuringly. She would keep her girlfriend in check. Somewhat, at least.


*****

While Yang - after getting delayed a bit in a dark corner of the Red Keep - went to Mott's smithy to help with Gendry's project, Blake toured the Red Keep, eavesdropping on various conversations. She didn't catch anything alarming or specific, but enough tidbits to know that the general mood hadn't improved. People, especially the servants, were concerned about Team RWBY's plans to leave for good. The mostly petty nobles she had overheard from the shadows were also concerned - because they feared that Team RWBY's absence might embolden other nobles to make a move. That the same nobles who feared such consequences often were planning to make a move themselves, if the opportunity might present itself, seemed lost on them.

It wasn't lost on Blake, however. Though she had expected that - It took a lot to change a culture; she knew this better than anyone. And despite the power her friends and herself wielded, they couldn't change centuries of tradition and customs in a bit over a year.

Which was, she supposed, another proof of Adam's failure. Terrorising humans wouldn't make them accept Faunus as equals; it would only make them resent Faunus even more. And even if Adam managed to take control of a human kingdom, as soon as his grip slipped, the humans would take revenge. No, change had to come through persuasion.

Although, sometimes, force was necessary as well. To stop abuse and other crimes. To protect those who couldn't protect themselves. And to punish those who deserved it. Blake held no illusions about that. If the Faunus had not risen and fought for their rights in the Faunus Rebellion, they wouldn't even be where they were right now.

Then, after yet another overheard prayer to the Seven that begged the gods to keep her team in King's Landing - she was starting to wonder if someone was deliberately spreading rumours that fueled this - she caught a familiar whisper. Two familiar whispers, to be precise.

She tilted her head to pinpoint the whispers' origin, then quickly used a side passage and a servant's stairway to get directly above the two children - and, unfortunately, their giant beasts - trying to sneak through a narrow gap between two buildings below her.

"Hey," she said, in a normal voice.

All four, Bran, Arya and their two wolves, stopped and looked up almost perfectly synched.

"Lady Blake!" Bran blurted out, followed by Arya making shushing noises as she tried to hold his mouth shut.

The two wolves didn't bark, which was not really a surprise. They had been too cunning for that even before the two children started warging, as it was called.

"What are you doing here?" Bran asked after he had managed to pry his sister's hand off his face.

"Checking up on suspicious noises," Blake told him, smiling slightly.

"Suspicious noises?" he asked, trying to play innocent.

Arya rolled her eyes. "We were training," she said.

Blake didn't think that was entirely truthful either, but it was a more believable excuse than Bran's attempt to deny they had been up to no good, so she nodded.

Bran blinked. "Are you going to come down, my lady?"

Going any closer to those beasts? Blake almost snorted. She was pretty sure they could almost jump up to her spot. "And what are you training?" she asked instead.

"Sneaking."

"Warging."

The children looked at each other with mutual scowls, and Blake chuckled. "I see," she said.

"When we focus a bit, we can listen through Hunter and Nymeira's ears, but it's hard," Bran explained. "So we need to train moving while warging. Like Jon can."

Arya nodded. "It's supposed to be easier than fully warging."

Blake had her doubts about that. Moving normally while using someone else's senses? That sounded harder to her. But she wasn't a skinchanger or had any experience with such magic. And it was clear that having a second set of eyes was very useful in combat, as Jon had demonstrated. Not that the two kids down there should be fighting, but… She knew that wasn't always a choice. "I see."

"And if we can master all senses…" Bran grinned. "We will be the best trackers and scouts of the family!"

Arya nodded.

Blake nodded as well. Having a dire wolf's nose… yes, that would be very useful. But the ears would be even more useful. "And you can spy on others," she said.

Once again, Bran and Arya's attempts to act surprised and innocent were easily seen through by Blake. Had she been as obvious with her tells when she had been their age? She would have to ask her parents if - once - she returned to Remnant.

She pushed the childhood memories and the guilt that that thought evoked away and grinned at the two kids, who quickly blushed. "Spying can save lives," she said. "If you uncover a plot against your family or friends, for example."

Bran nodded, and Arya suddenly gasped. "Like you discovered the Lannister incest!"

That Blake was a spy was an open secret in some circles, so she nodded. "But spying is dangerous. People who have such secrets are willing to kill to keep them."

"We've got our wolves! And we're learning how to fight!" Bran boasted.

"You're still kids," Blake told him. Both were scowling at that. "In our world, you wouldn't be in combat school yet."

"But we're learning how to fight!" Bran repeated himself.

"And you haven't finished learning, have you?" Blake shot back.

"Jon said you never stop learning," Arya said.

"That doesn't mean a beginner is ready for battle," Blake told her. "It means you can always improve yourself. Stick to spying without sneaking around - just keep your ears open." She narrowed her eyes to drive the point home and frowned at them until they looked away and slowly nodded.

Good. While it would be easier for Lord Eddard to keep the Court's nobles under control with spies that could use a wolf's senses, that wasn't a task for kids. No one needed another Varys.

"Are you really leaving, my lady?" Bran asked after a moment.

Blake winced. The boy sounded as down as some of the servants she had overheard. "Yes. We don't know yet when exactly, but we will leave."

"Why?"

Blake briefly considered saying something vague, then decided against it. Sometimes, being blunt was better. "We want to return to our families," she said. "We haven't seen them for a long time." Some, like herself, for longer than others. And some didn't want to see their parents. But everyone in Blake's team wanted to return home.

Bran and Arya looked mulish, but they didn't have an argument against that. Not when they were likely missing their family members who stayed back in Winterfell as well.


*****

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

"Hah!"

"Missed me!"

"I wasn't aiming for you!"

"Still missed me!"

"Miss this!"

"What do you mean, 'miss this'?"

"Oh, shut up!"

Yang Xiao Long grinned as she dropped into splits to duck beneath a swing from Ruby with Crescent Rose, then rolled over her shoulder, dug the tips of her boots into the training yard's sand and launched herself forward before her sister could bring her war scythe back into a guard position.

Instead, Ruby used the momentum to let her weapon drag herself out of the path of Yang's fist and set herself up for an overhead strike.

But that left her open for a counter, and Yang stopped herself with both hands, then twisted her hips, legs lashing out to sweep Ruby's feet out from under her. Yang almost followed up with a two-punch combo when Ruby dropped into the sand, but rolled to the side instead - and so she wasn't where Ruby had expected when she disappeared in a cloud of rose petals and reappeared where Yang would have been had she pressed her attack.

Yang launched a kick this time, but Ruby managed to use her Semblance to avoid getting hit, and Yang's reflexive mule kick only met air when Ruby reappeared in front of her, and Yang had to block more than dodge the next two swings of Crescent Rose. "Gah! You're almost as bad with your Semblance as Blake!" she spat as she somersaulted outside Ruby's reach.

"'Bad'?"

"'Bad'?"

Uh-oh. That had come from in front of Yang and behind her. "Bad in a good way," she corrected herself, glancing at Blake, who had paused her match with Weiss.

And then her brief lapse of attention let Ruby hit her with Crescent Rose, and Yang crashed into the wall at the far end of the training yard.

Ruby cheered loudly, twirling her scythe as if it were a baton, and struck a pose.

Well, she had won that sparring match fair and square - Yang should have known better than to let herself get distracted. She would have to work on that, she told herself while she clapped. Briefly - couldn't let her little sister get a big head over this.

"Most impressive, my ladies," Ser Barristan commented from where he was watching them. "You too," he added with a glance at Blake and Weiss. "Those last strikes… Water Dancing?"

"Yes," Blake said. "They seemed effective."

"Not quite as effective as yours." Weiss smiled. "But more options are never a bad thing."

Unless you couldn't decide what to do, of course. But anyone who had that problem would never make it into Beacon, in Yang's opinion. Huntresses had to be quick and decisive.

"Indeed, my lady." Ser Barristan bowed his head. "And while I am honoured you rate my teachings so highly, I am certain you will improve yourself even more than you have by implementing more lessons."

"Yeah," Yang said. As Dad had taught her, you only ever stopped learning when you were dead. Well, Uncle Qrow claimed that it was 'you are dead once you stop learning', but the sentiment was the same. Mostly. Team RWBY certainly had learned a lot from Ser Barristan. And taught them a thing or two in exchange, she added. It wasn't boasting if you were honest, was it?

"We will miss your presence at the training yard," Ser Barristan went on with a slightly sad-looking smile. "We will have to work harder in the future not to grow complacent."

The rest of the Kingsguard present seemed to disagree with that, Yang found. Well, they had eaten humble pie, baked by Team RWBY, a lot. But training against stronger opponents was one of the best ways to get stronger. Provided it wasn't just a curbstomp every time. Which it wasn't - Yang hadn't shown off that often.

"We all will have to work harder," Brienne said.

"Yes!" Ruby nodded, smiling brightly at them. "And I know you will!"

You had to know her very well to spot the trace of worry under her confident expression. And the guilt and sadness at the impending separation.

Yang shared the sentiment, as Weiss would say. Or sentiments. But she also had confidence in their friends.

And she really wanted to get back to Dad, Uncle Qrow and their friends. And she wanted to meet Blake's family as well. Eventually.

Still… "Alright!" she called out. "Let's go through a few sparring matches focusing on how to deal with faster and stronger opponents!" The best way to lessen your worry and guilt was to train up your friends as much as possible.


*****

The Great Sept of Baelor, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

"...and yes, we are leaving."

Yang managed not to roll her eyes when the crowd inside the Great Sept sighed loudly - some of the faithful even moaned - at Ruby's declaration. Even though she had repeated herself twice already.

"But you don't need to despair!" Ruby went on.

'Despair'? Yang glanced at Weiss. That sounded like something she would say.

"You are not alone. You are not helpless. You are not weak. You have your faith. You have each other. Together, you can be strong. As strong as you need!"

People were cheering at that. Not everyone, not by far, but enough.

"As long as you don't give in to despair, as long as you believe in yourself, in each other, as long as you keep your faith, you'll be fine." Ruby made a sweeping gesture that somehow managed not to look corny. "We're Huntresses. We're meant to protect everyone in need. Anywhere. And we're doing what we can. But we can't be everywhere at once. But others can be where we can't be. Like our Order. Like you!"

She pointed at a man in the middle of the crowd, then at a woman near the front. And then at an old septon standing at the side. "You're not alone! You have each other. What you might not be able to do, others can. No one can do everything. But everyone can do something. And everything, no matter how small it might seem, is important to someone. And everyone is important. Everyone matters. We don't just protect a few - we protect everyone!"

More people were cheering now, more loudly, too. But Ruby was rambling. And Weiss's smile was a little bit strained - Ruby must have improvised a few lines. More than a few. And probably forgot some as well.

But it didn't matter. Ruby was earnest, honest, and she was trying her best.

And the people knew it.

Yeah, there were still people who were sad about Team RWBY leaving, and people who feared, but if the Great Sept were in Remnant, Yang wouldn't worry much about the mood attracting Grimm.

"Good job, Sis!" she whispered when Ruby rejoined them on the bench reserved for the team while the High Septon took her place.

"You missed a few lines, but you did well," Weiss added.

"I missed all my lines!" Ruby whispered.

"You said what you needed to say," Blake said.

Yang nodded. Ruby had done so, and that was what mattered.


*****

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros, 299 AC

"Mirror mirror. Tell me something. Can I stop my fall?"

Yang carefully reached for her goblet while she listened to Weiss's song. Her friend could sing. The Great Hall was almost never quiet, not even at night, but right now, in the middle of the Leaving Feast Lord Eddard had organised for them, Weiss's voice was pretty much the only sound Yang could hear.

People were paying rapt attention to Weiss. One young knight or noble was slowly emptying his cup of wine on the floor without even noticing - he was staring open-mouthed while Weiss stepped along the table serving as her stage, singing about breaking free from her family's grip. He wasn't the only one so captivated by far - Yang didn't see many others eating or drinking right now.

"Weiss should have been singing more often," Ruby commented in a whisper next to her.

"No," Yang whispered back, "they would have tried even harder to keep us here." Sorting out that without hurting anyone's feelings - well, anyone who didn't deserve it, at least - had been a pain and taken far too long for Yang's taste.

She had leaned toward Ruby to keep her voice low enough not to disturb Weiss's performance, but she saw Blake smile at her joke anyway.

Then her girlfriend leaned in and whispered: "Look at Arya and Sansa."

Right. The little ladies were focused on Weiss with almost identical expressions. As were their wolves, actually. "I feel almost jealous," Yang whispered.

"You don't have to be envious," Blake corrected her. "Besides, Weiss has an unfair advantage."

Yang snorted at that. Weiss was the closest they had to a princess, true. And she fought with a sword similar to Arya's. And she came from the closest part Remnant had to the North here.

Yeah, definitely an unfair advantage. Yang smirked as Weiss's song came to an end.

"Mirror mirror. I'll tell you something. I think I might change it all."

Weiss dropped into a curtsy, and the Great Hall exploded with applause. Ruby cheered the loudest, in Yang's opinion, though that might be just because she was right next to Yang. Or because once Weiss was done, cake would be served, Yang added to herself with a snicker.

"Weiss! That was great!"

"Thank you, Ruby."

"It was an excellent performance, my lady." Lord Eddard slowly nodded at her.

"Thank you, Lord Eddard."

"Another reason to miss the Four Maidens - they leave the realm not only bereft of their strongest protectors and most beautiful maidens, but also of the best singer."

Yang rolled her eyes at Lord Tyrion's comment. She didn't really care for his flattery, none of them did, nor about his worries. The man had made his bed; he could lie in it. Besides, it wasn't as if the team had left the Lannisters for the wolves. She blinked, then grinned at her unintentional pun, and even more when Lord Tyrion looked puzzled and then worried at her expression.

"Well, Weiss is a trained and famous singer back home!" Ruby said.

"You've told them that already, Ruby."

"So? You are a great performer!"

Lord Oberyn cleared his throat. "Far be it from me to disagree with the esteemed Lord Tyrion, but the Four Maidens are not yet leaving the realm; they are merely headed to Dorne."

"On their way back to their world," Lord Tyrion replied with a fake smile.

"I am certain they will stay long enough to enjoy Dorne's beauty."

"Now that's a double-entendre if I ever heard one!"

Weiss frowned at both of them, but Yang had to chuckle at their antics. Briefly. Some people she would miss once they were home. She smiled a bit ruefully when she glanced at Jon, seated with his family, and the other members of the Order, seated next to Jon.

"Well, I hope you will stop in Storm's End on your way to Dorne. It would be a shame if you fail to visit my own realm before you leave." Lord Renly said. "Even if I cannot personally show you the Stormlands' hospitality after you have already enjoyed my brother's on Dragonstone."

"The Reach would be honoured if you'd decide to visit as well," Ser Loras added. "It would be a shame never to visit Highgarden and Oldtown."

"The fastest route to Dorne leads through Shipbreaker Bay," Lord Stannis commented.

"Are you trying to scare them away from our ancestral home?" Lord Renly asked with what looked like a mock-frown.

"I am just telling them the fastest route," Stannis replied.

Some people, Yang wouldn't really miss. The two brothers were bickering again. Really!

She almost couldn't wait to leave if this was how the rest of the days until their ship was ready would be.


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