Glimpses Into Another Time: Weiss: The Wedding
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Radian, Vale
Five Years After Salem's Defeat
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The cathedral in Radian was quiet in the way only ancient stone and centuries of reverence could manage. Sunlight filtered through tall stained-glass windows in soft shafts of gold and crimson, illuminating rows of simple wooden pews. No towering ice sculptures. No imported flowers from every kingdom. No orchestra. Just the gentle hum of distant birds outside and the faint scent of old incense and fresh pine wreaths.
Weiss Schnee stood before the tall mirror in the small dressing room off the nave, adjusting the simple white gown one last time. It was elegant, yes, but plain by Schnee standards. No extravagant train. No diamond tiara. No endless press (they were kept outside the city walls). Just clean lines, delicate lace at the sleeves, and a single blue ribbon at her waist the color of her eyes. She had wanted simple. She had insisted on simple. And for once, the world had listened.
A soft knock preceded the door opening.
Klein stepped inside, dressed in his finest formal suit, eyes already misty behind his glasses. He closed the door gently behind him and simply looked at her for a long moment.
Weiss turned, hands clasped in front of her.
"…Well?" she asked, a touch of nervousness in her voice. "Do I look all right?"
Klein's smile was warm and proud in a way that made her chest tighten.
"You look beautiful, Mistress Weiss. But more importantly…" He stepped closer, voice soft. "I am very, very proud of you."
Weiss's eyes shimmered. Before she could stop herself, she crossed the small room and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Klein let out a surprised but delighted chuckle and hugged her back just as fiercely, careful not to wrinkle her dress.
"Thank you," Weiss whispered against his shoulder. "For everything. For raising me when… when no one else would. For being there when I needed you most. And for… for walking me down the aisle today."
Klein pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes bright with unshed tears.
"I am honored, Miss Weiss. More than you will ever know."
Weiss smiled through her own tears, the kind that came from joy instead of pain for the first time in a very long while.
"I'm marrying the man I love," she said quietly, almost in awe. "In a little cathedral in a little town. With my family. With my friends. No politics. No nonsense. No expectations. Just… us."
Klein squeezed her hands gently.
"That," he said, "is exactly what you deserve."
From beyond the door came the soft swell of the organ beginning to play. Weiss took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and gave Klein one last grateful smile.
"Ready?" he asked.
Weiss nodded.
"Ready."
Klein offered her his arm. She took it.
Together, they stepped out into the golden light of the cathedral, where Jaune Arc waited at the altar with the biggest, brightest smile she had ever seen. Where all their friends waited.
And for the first time in her life, Weiss Schnee felt truly, completely at home.
Five Years After Salem's Defeat
- - -
The cathedral in Radian was quiet in the way only ancient stone and centuries of reverence could manage. Sunlight filtered through tall stained-glass windows in soft shafts of gold and crimson, illuminating rows of simple wooden pews. No towering ice sculptures. No imported flowers from every kingdom. No orchestra. Just the gentle hum of distant birds outside and the faint scent of old incense and fresh pine wreaths.
Weiss Schnee stood before the tall mirror in the small dressing room off the nave, adjusting the simple white gown one last time. It was elegant, yes, but plain by Schnee standards. No extravagant train. No diamond tiara. No endless press (they were kept outside the city walls). Just clean lines, delicate lace at the sleeves, and a single blue ribbon at her waist the color of her eyes. She had wanted simple. She had insisted on simple. And for once, the world had listened.
A soft knock preceded the door opening.
Klein stepped inside, dressed in his finest formal suit, eyes already misty behind his glasses. He closed the door gently behind him and simply looked at her for a long moment.
Weiss turned, hands clasped in front of her.
"…Well?" she asked, a touch of nervousness in her voice. "Do I look all right?"
Klein's smile was warm and proud in a way that made her chest tighten.
"You look beautiful, Mistress Weiss. But more importantly…" He stepped closer, voice soft. "I am very, very proud of you."
Weiss's eyes shimmered. Before she could stop herself, she crossed the small room and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Klein let out a surprised but delighted chuckle and hugged her back just as fiercely, careful not to wrinkle her dress.
"Thank you," Weiss whispered against his shoulder. "For everything. For raising me when… when no one else would. For being there when I needed you most. And for… for walking me down the aisle today."
Klein pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes bright with unshed tears.
"I am honored, Miss Weiss. More than you will ever know."
Weiss smiled through her own tears, the kind that came from joy instead of pain for the first time in a very long while.
"I'm marrying the man I love," she said quietly, almost in awe. "In a little cathedral in a little town. With my family. With my friends. No politics. No nonsense. No expectations. Just… us."
Klein squeezed her hands gently.
"That," he said, "is exactly what you deserve."
From beyond the door came the soft swell of the organ beginning to play. Weiss took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and gave Klein one last grateful smile.
"Ready?" he asked.
Weiss nodded.
"Ready."
Klein offered her his arm. She took it.
Together, they stepped out into the golden light of the cathedral, where Jaune Arc waited at the altar with the biggest, brightest smile she had ever seen. Where all their friends waited.
And for the first time in her life, Weiss Schnee felt truly, completely at home.