#Made of pure poison: Belladonna Weiss | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

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Do I even write drabbles anymore?

A cool wind blew through the garden where the pair sat, a pleasant respite from the oppressive heat.

Blake brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, regarding the princess before her. She wasn’t entirely sure what to make of her.

Princess Weiss was angular; sharp, like a naked blade forged of ice. Even the scar across her eye spoke to a warrior that would cut. She looked every inch the pure Atlesian, even with the looser clothes to account for the climate. Yet she had been the one that had brokered probably the most important treaty in history.

A treaty that neither Menagerie nor Atlas were happy with, but one that they could both tolerate. A treaty that had betrothed the pair together. A purely political move that allowed Weiss’ just about stealing Emperorship of Atlas from her father palatable to the nobility of both nations.

“Are you just going to sit there watching me?” Weiss sliced through the empty air, a challenge demanding a riposte.

“What would you have me do? The only time we have spoken before now was in the Tent of Parley. There is a significant difference between the daughter of a chieftain and the future Empress of Atlas. We hardly have common ground.”

“Is that so?” Weiss raised an eyebrow, “I thought the desire to free all the faunus slaves was mutual. And learning more about each other, isn’t that the purpose of these meetings?”

“I thought that was just making concessions to ease the treaty through.”

“Hardly. No matter what my father or other nobility may say, I have good reason to believe that Faunus are equal in every respect to humans. The treaty I signed advanced many of my own goals.”

“And was I one of those goals? A prize to be won?” Blake shot back, her eyes narrowing.

“I wouldn’t put it like that exactly,” Weiss hesitated, her shoulders slumping slightly, “In the interest of at least mutually beneficial conversation between us, I’ll be honest. I was always going to have a political marriage. Unfortunately, I have absolutely no interest in men, or having children.”

“So by marrying a female faunus as part of a peace treaty, you sidestep the problem,” replied Blake unable to keep a touch of poison from her lips.

All at once, the frosty exterior that had shown tiny cracks received a new wash of ice. “I make no apologies for my decision. I know your father consulted with you in depth before agreeing to this. You may not have had the same pressures as I did, but nevertheless, you made this decision Blake Belladonna. I would like to make this marriage at least tolerable and mutually beneficial.”

“And if I don’t want that?”

“A wing of the palace will be set up for you and your retainers. You will still need to attend official occasions, and I have no doubt you’ll want to be there while I hold court. You’ll not need to see me at any other time.”

“And we each take our own lovers as we see fit?”

“I would not stop you, but I wouldn’t,” replied Weiss firmly, her eyes meeting Blake’s challenging a response.

“Why not?”

“Because it would dishonour both of us.”

“You care about my honour?”

“Of course.”

Blake regarded Weiss once more. Like an iceberg, it seemed as though there was a much greater depth than one could see on the surface.

Standing up, Blake favoured her with a soft smile and offered her an arm.

“Shall we stroll the gardens? I think I may like to get to know you a little more.”

#Monochrome-ish #RWBY #Daily drabble-ish

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