Chapter XXI: Vytal Tournament & Wedding's Preparation
Mother and Daughter
The Beacon courtyard seemed to hold its breath as Yang stood frozen, staring at the woman who had haunted her dreams and questions for most of her life. Raven Branwen's red eyes—so similar to Yang's own when her Semblance activated—studied her daughter with an expression that mixed maternal recognition with something harder to define.
"You look like her," Raven said finally, her voice carrying a weight of memory and regret. "Your mother. Summer."
Yang's hands clenched into fists. "Summer was my mother. You're just... you're just the woman who left."
"I left to protect you," Raven replied, her tone remaining steady despite the accusation. "Both of you. Yang, there are things about this world, about the forces that move in shadow, that you're only beginning to understand."
"Then explain them," Yang demanded, her voice rising despite the late hour. "You have seventeen years of explaining to do."
Raven was quiet for a moment, her gaze shifting to the damaged city visible in the distance. "The attack on Vale wasn't random, Yang. It's part of something larger, something that threatens not just the Kingdoms, but the fundamental balance that keeps Remnant from falling into permanent darkness."
"What are you talking about?" Yang's anger was mixing with confusion and a desperate need for answers.
"Salem," Raven said simply, and the name seemed to carry its own chill in the night air. "An ancient enemy of humanity who commands the Grimm through methods that go far beyond what your professors have taught you. The attack today was just a test, a probe to assess Vale's defenses and the response capabilities of its protectors."
Yang's mind reeled. "How do you know all this?"
"Because I was part of the team that first encountered her agents," Raven replied, her expression growing distant. "Myself, Qrow, Summer, and..." She paused, seeming to weigh her words carefully. "Your father, Taiyang. We learned truths that changed everything we thought we knew about our purpose as Huntsmen."
"And that made you abandon your family?" Yang's voice cracked with the pain of years of abandonment.
Raven's mask of composure slipped slightly. "I didn't abandon you, Yang. I made a choice to protect you the only way I knew how. By staying away from you, by ensuring that my enemies couldn't use you against me or target you because of my actions."
The conversation that followed stretched deep into the night, with Raven revealing fragments of a larger conflict that Yang had never imagined. Ancient powers, secret knowledge, and threats that made the Grimm seem like a manageable problem by comparison.
As dawn approached, Raven prepared to leave as suddenly as she had appeared.
"Will I see you again?" Yang asked, her anger now mixed with desperate hope.
"That depends," Raven replied, donning her mask once more, "on how much of the truth you're prepared to accept."
Journey to Patch
Several days later, as Vale continued its recovery efforts and Beacon prepared for the upcoming Vytal Festival, Ruby Rose made a request that surprised her teammates.
"I want to visit Mom's grave," she announced during breakfast. "It's been too long, and after everything that's happened..."
"Of course," Weiss said immediately, her engagement to Odyn having given her new perspective on the importance of family connections. "When do you want to go?"
"Today, if possible," Ruby replied. "Roy offered to come with me. I think... I think I need to talk to her about everything that's been happening."
Yang looked up from her cereal, her conversation with Raven still weighing heavily on her mind. "Are you sure you don't want me to come too?"
Ruby smiled, but shook her head. "This is something I need to do myself. Well, with Roy. He understands about losing people, and he's... he's good at listening without trying to fix everything."
Roy, who had been quietly eating his breakfast nearby, nodded. "We can take the morning ferry to Patch. I'll make sure she gets there and back safely."
Weiss felt a flutter of gratitude toward her future brother-in-law. The royal family's support had become increasingly important to all of them, but Roy's quiet strength was particularly comforting during difficult times.
At the Grave
The cemetery on Patch was peaceful in the way that only small island communities could achieve. Ruby knelt before Summer Rose's headstone while Roy stood respectfully nearby, close enough to provide support but far enough away to allow her privacy.
"Hi Mom," Ruby said softly, her silver eyes reflecting the morning sunlight. "I'm sorry it's been so long since I visited. Things have been... complicated."
She talked for nearly an hour, telling Summer about her experiences at Beacon, about her team and their adventures, about the professors who had become mentors and the friends who had become family. She spoke about Yang's struggles, about Weiss's engagement, about Blake's past with the White Fang.
"I met someone the other night," Ruby continued, her voice growing more serious. "Someone who knew you. She said her name was Raven, and that she was Yang's mother. She told Yang things about ancient enemies and secret wars, about threats that are bigger than anything we've learned about in school."
Roy, listening from his respectful distance, felt his enhanced elven hearing pick up the pain and confusion in Ruby's voice.
"I don't know what to believe, Mom," Ruby admitted. "Yang's been different since that conversation, more serious, more worried. And I can't shake the feeling that everything we've been through—the CCT break-in, the underground attack, even the upcoming Vytal Festival—it's all connected to something larger."
She was quiet for a moment, then continued with characteristic determination. "But I want you to know that I'm not going to back down. Whatever's coming, whatever threats we're facing, I'm going to protect the people I care about. Just like you did. Just like you taught me to do."
When Ruby finally stood, her eyes were bright with unshed tears but her expression was resolute. Roy approached carefully, offering his support without overwhelming her with attention.
"Ready to go home?" he asked gently.
"Yeah," Ruby replied, taking one last look at the headstone. "I think I am."
The Vytal Festival Begins
The return to Vale revealed a city transformed. The Vytal Festival had begun in earnest, with decorations from all four Kingdoms creating a vibrant celebration that seemed to push the recent attack into the background. The Amity Colosseum floated majestically above the city, its advanced Atlas technology making it a symbol of international cooperation and technological achievement.
Taiyang Xiao Long met them at the ferry dock, his weathered face showing both pride and concern as he hugged his youngest daughter.
"How are you holding up, Ruby?" he asked, his paternal instincts immediately focusing on her emotional state.
"I'm okay, Dad," Ruby replied, and meant it. "Talking to Mom helped. A lot."
Taiyang's eyes met Roy's over Ruby's head, and the elven prince nodded slightly, conveying without words that Ruby had handled the visit with typical grace and strength.
"I have to leave for a mission this afternoon," Taiyang said as they walked toward the festival grounds. "But I wanted to see you compete first. Your first match is today, isn't it?"
"Against Team ABRN from Haven," Ruby confirmed, her excitement beginning to override the morning's emotional weight. "We've been preparing for weeks."
The tournament atmosphere was infectious. Thousands of spectators filled the Amity Colosseum, while millions more watched from around the world through advanced broadcasting technology. The floating arena itself was a marvel of engineering, capable of generating multiple environmental conditions and terrain types to test the competitors' adaptability.
Professor Port and Dr. Oobleck served as announcers, their contrasting styles creating an entertaining dynamic as they explained the tournament structure to the global audience.
"The tournament consists of three rounds!" Port announced with his characteristic enthusiasm. "The team round features four-on-four combat, with the winners advancing to select two members for the doubles round!"
"The doubles victors then choose a single representative for the individual finals!" Oobleck added with his rapid-fire delivery. "Competitors are eliminated by falling below the critical Aura threshold or by ring-out!"
Team RWBY vs Team ABRN
The match itself was a showcase of Team RWBY's growth and coordination since their formation. Ruby's speed and tactical awareness had developed significantly, allowing her to coordinate their attacks with precision that impressed even the veteran observers in the audience.
Weiss demonstrated the combat applications of her recent emotional growth, her Semblance responding with greater power and control than ever before. Her engagement to Odyn had given her new confidence, and it showed in every precise strike and defensive maneuver.
Blake's integration with the team was complete, her past with the White Fang having been transformed into tactical knowledge that benefited their coordinated efforts. Her stealth capabilities created openings that her teammates exploited with devastating efficiency.
Yang fought with controlled aggression, channeling her power more strategically than in previous encounters. Her conversation with Raven had given her new perspective on the nature of strength and its proper application.
Team ABRN from Haven Academy provided competent opposition, but they were ultimately outmatched by RWBY's combination of individual skill and team coordination. The victory was decisive without being overwhelming, earning respect from both the audience and their defeated opponents.
Festival Celebrations
After their victory, Team RWBY made their way to the festival fairgrounds, where the celebration of international cooperation and cultural exchange was in full swing. Food stalls from all four Kingdoms offered their specialties, while artisans displayed crafts that represented the best of their respective cultures.
They were immediately joined by their friends from the other teams who had participated in the underground rescue operation. Team OHRZ approached first, with Odyn's dark blue hair catching the festival lights as his fiery orange eyes found Weiss immediately.
"Congratulations, princess," he said warmly, the endearment carrying all the affection and pride that had grown between them. His richly dark brown skin showed the faint marks of their recent battles, but his smile was radiant as he pulled her into a gentle embrace.
"Did you see the match?" Weiss asked, her own expression lighting up at his presence.
"Every moment," Hailfire replied with a grin, her auburn hair flowing as she gestured enthusiastically. "That coordination sequence in the third phase was textbook vanguard tactics."
Roy stepped forward with his characteristic diplomatic grace. "Ruby, that leadership during the environmental shift was impressive. You're developing real tactical instincts."
Zero's analytical mind was already processing what he'd observed. "The efficiency gains from your improved teamwork are measurable. Approximately thirty percent faster target acquisition and engagement compared to your earlier matches."
Team KABFL arrived moments later, with Khanna—still operating under her Academy identity as Seraphina—offering her congratulations with Branwen directness. "Solid work out there. Your combat integration has improved significantly since Mountain Glenn."
Aiko's wolf ears perked up with excitement, her half-Saiyan, half-wolf Faunus nature making her enthusiasm almost infectious. "That final combination attack was incredible! The power coordination between Yang and Weiss was perfect."
Baron Caldern, despite being Hailfire's younger brother, had proven himself mature enough to offer tactical observations. "The way you adapted to the terrain changes showed real battlefield awareness."
The Kitsune sisters, Flare and Lazuli, completed their team's congratulations with their characteristic blend of Majin abilities and sisterly support.
Team SSGSS appeared last, with Sarai—sister to the elven princes—approaching with the same tactical acumen that ran in their royal bloodline. Her flame-colored eyes, rimmed with silver, sparkled with pride for her future sister-in-law.
"Weiss, that ice work in the final phase was artistry," she said with genuine admiration. "You're going to make a formidable princess."
Shallot and Giblet, the Saiyan twin brothers, offered their respect with the straightforward appreciation that characterized their warrior culture. Giblet, the elder twin, spoke for both of them: "Your power control has advanced significantly. The precision of your Semblance application was impressive."
Scarlett Reinhardt, Aiko's sister with her distinctive red hair, eyes, and tail marking her Saiyan heritage, nodded approvingly. "The tactical coordination showed real maturity. You've grown as a team."
It was in this atmosphere of celebration and camaraderie that they encountered Emerald Sustrai, who approached them with apparent friendliness and congratulations.
"That was an impressive match," Emerald said, her smile seeming genuine as she took in the large group of friends. "I'm Emerald, from Team CMEN. We're representing Haven as well."
"Thank you," Ruby replied with characteristic politeness. "Are you competing in the doubles round?"
"Mercury and I will be representing our team," Emerald confirmed, though her eyes lingered on the obvious closeness between the various teams. "It should be an interesting competition. I heard that Weiss and Yang will be your representatives?"
The conversation that followed was pleasant and seemingly innocent, with Emerald asking about their strategies and preparations in ways that seemed like normal competitor curiosity. However, several members of the expanded group picked up on subtle inconsistencies—Blake's enhanced senses, Aiko's wolf-Faunus instincts, and Khanna's Branwen tactical awareness all registered something off about their new acquaintance.
After Emerald departed, supposedly to rejoin her team, she met with Mercury at a secluded area of the fairgrounds.
"Well?" Mercury asked casually.
"Weiss and Yang, as expected," Emerald replied, her pleasant demeanor dropping to reveal cold calculation. "But there's more. They have extensive support networks—multiple teams, all with combat experience and strong coordination. Their individual skills have improved, but more importantly, they're operating as part of a larger tactical unit."
"Complications?" Mercury prompted.
"Potentially," Emerald admitted with distaste. "All that optimism and friendship and belief in doing the right thing is nauseating. But the tactical implications are concerning. If we need to isolate specific targets, their support network could prove problematic."
"Cinder will want a full report," Mercury observed.
"She'll get one," Emerald confirmed. "But this changes some of our assumptions about their vulnerabilities."
Wedding Planning
As the afternoon wound down and the various teams gathered for their victory meal, the conversation naturally turned to more personal matters. The festival atmosphere had reminded everyone that life contained moments of joy and celebration even in the midst of larger conflicts.
"So," Yang said with a mischievous grin, "when exactly are we planning this royal wedding?"
Odyn and Weiss exchanged glances, their connection evident even in something as simple as shared eye contact. "We were thinking before the festival ends," Odyn said carefully. "The timing feels right, and having everyone here together..."
"Plus," Weiss added with a slight blush, "my father's current financial manipulation tactics have reminded me that I'd rather not delay important decisions until his approval is convenient."
Sarai leaned forward, her flame-colored eyes bright with excitement. "A royal wedding requires proper planning, even on short notice. The dark elf diplomatic protocols alone..."
"Will be handled by our parents, who are arriving tomorrow," Roy interrupted with a diplomatic smile. "Mother has been coordinating with the elven courts since the engagement was announced."
Hailfire's tactical mind was immediately engaged. "Security considerations will be complex. After Mountain Glenn, we can't assume that major gatherings won't attract hostile attention."
"Which is why we keep it relatively small," Odyn said firmly. "Close friends, family, and essential diplomatic representatives. Nothing that screams 'high-value target' to potential threats."
Khanna's Branwen instincts were already assessing the tactical implications. "The festival provides excellent cover. With thousands of visitors already in Vale, a wedding ceremony would blend into the general celebration."
"Plus," Aiko added with her characteristic enthusiasm, her wolf ears perked up with excitement, "it would be the first royal dark elf wedding most people have ever seen! The cultural significance alone..."
Zero's analytical mind was processing logistics. "Venue selection will be crucial. Somewhere defensible but appropriate for the ceremonial requirements."
"Beacon's amphitheater," Ruby suggested immediately. "It's where you two first met as teammates, it's defensible, and Professor Ozpin would probably be honored to officiate."
Blake nodded agreement. "Plus, it's familiar territory for all of us. We know the defensive positions, escape routes, and security protocols."
Baron, despite his youth, offered practical considerations. "Catering will be complex with the dietary requirements of different species. Dark elves, Faunus, Saiyans, and humans all have different nutritional needs."
"Leave that to us," Flare said confidently, her Majin abilities extending to surprisingly sophisticated cooking techniques. "Lazuli and I have been experimenting with fusion cuisine."
Yang's eyes lit up with sudden inspiration. "Wait, does this mean I get to plan a bachelorette party?"
"Oh no," Weiss said immediately, recognizing the dangerous gleam in Yang's eyes. "Yang, whatever you're thinking—"
"Too late!" Yang announced cheerfully. "Operation: Give Weiss an Unforgettable Pre-Wedding Experience is now officially underway!"
Scarlett, despite her typically serious Saiyan demeanor, couldn't suppress a smile. "I have to admit, a celebration sounds appealing. We've earned some joy after everything we've been through."
Pyrrha, who had been quietly listening to the planning, spoke up with characteristic thoughtfulness. "There's something beautiful about celebrating love in the midst of uncertainty. It's a reminder of what we're fighting to protect."
Jaune nodded enthusiastically. "Plus, a royal wedding! This is like something out of a fairy tale!"
"With significantly better security protocols," Nora added cheerfully before launching into detailed suggestions for combat-ready decorations.
Odyn looked around at their assembled friends, his expression mixing gratitude with amazement. "When I imagined getting married, I never thought it would involve coordinating with three different combat teams and planning defensive positions for the reception."
"When I imagined getting married," Weiss replied with a warm smile, "I never thought it would be to someone who understood that sometimes love means planning for battle together."
Roy raised his water glass in an impromptu toast. "To Odyn and Weiss—may their marriage be blessed with love, happiness, and significantly fewer underground Grimm emergencies."
"To significantly fewer emergencies of any kind," Blake added with heartfelt sincerity.
"To the royal couple," Sarai said formally, her voice carrying the authority of elven nobility, "and to the friends who have become family."
As the various teams lifted their glasses in agreement, the moment crystallized into something precious—a promise of joy and celebration that would endure regardless of whatever challenges awaited them.
JNPR's Match
The personal celebration was temporarily set aside when Team JNPR was called away for their own match against Team BRNZ from Shade Academy. All three allied teams cheered enthusiastically from the stands, their support genuine and vocal.
The match demonstrated JNPR's own growth, with Jaune's tactical leadership becoming increasingly sophisticated and Pyrrha's mentoring having transformed the entire team's coordination. Nora's explosive enthusiasm was tempered by better strategy, while Ren's quiet precision provided the perfect complement to his teammates' more dramatic styles.
"Look at Jaune's positioning," Hailfire observed with professional appreciation. "He's learned to use terrain advantages and coordinate team movements simultaneously."
"Pyrrha's influence," Roy noted with a diplomatic smile. "She's been an exceptional mentor."
In the VIP section of the colosseum, Cinder Fall watched the proceedings with calculating eyes while Mercury and Emerald flanked her. The disguised Neopolitan completed their group, her appearance altered by illusion to seem like a normal tournament participant.
"Everything is proceeding according to plan," Cinder observed quietly. "The tournament provides the perfect cover for our final preparations."
"And the expanded support networks around our primary targets?" Mercury asked, referring to Emerald's earlier report.
"Will be dealt with appropriately," Cinder replied with cold confidence. "Sometimes additional complications create opportunities for more comprehensive solutions."
As the day's matches concluded and the festival atmosphere continued into the evening, the various players in the larger game continued their preparations. The Vytal Festival was more than just a celebration—it was becoming a stage for conflicts that would determine the fate of more than just tournament victors.
But for now, there were weddings to plan, friendships to celebrate, and the simple joy of being alive and together in a world that, despite its dangers, still contained moments of perfect happiness.
The CCT Investigation - Royal Arrival
The Royal Delegation
The morning air over Vale shimmered with the distinctive energy signatures of an approaching dark elven diplomatic convoy. Three sleek airships bearing the deep purple and silver banners of the Dark Elven Kingdoms descended toward Beacon Academy's landing platforms, their crystalline hulls reflecting the early sunlight in patterns that spoke of both advanced technology and ancient artistry.
Professor Ozpin stood at the primary landing platform alongside Professor Goodwitch, both dressed in formal academic regalia appropriate for receiving foreign royalty. Behind them, Team OHRZ waited in formation—Odyn's posture betraying a mixture of pride and nervous anticipation that was uncharacteristic for the normally composed prince.
"Breathe," Roy advised his twin brother quietly. "Father's diplomatic protocol training didn't include 'how to introduce your fiancée to your parents under combat conditions.'"
"That's reassuring," Odyn replied dryly, though his fiery orange eyes remained fixed on the approaching ships.
Hailfire checked her vanguard dress uniform one final time, her auburn hair braided in the formal style that indicated her position within the royal guard structure. "The middle ship carries the royal standard. Your parents are aboard the lead vessel."
Zero's analytical capabilities were processing the technical specifications of the arriving aircraft. "Advanced crystalline matrix propulsion systems, integrated defensive arrays, and what appears to be adaptive camouflage technology. Impressive engineering."
As the ships touched down with barely a whisper of displaced air, the assembled crowd could see figures moving within the translucent sections of the crystalline hulls. The precision of the landing maneuvers spoke to centuries of piloting experience and technology that made Atlas engineering seem almost primitive by comparison.
The High King and Queen
The first figure to emerge from the lead ship commanded immediate attention and respect. High King Berethon of the Dark Elves stood nearly seven feet tall, his presence radiating the kind of authority that came from millennia of leadership. His skin shared Odyn's rich dark brown coloration, though marked by the subtle silver traceries that indicated advanced age and accumulated power among the dark elven nobility.
His hair, like his sons', was a deep blue that seemed to contain depths of shadow and starlight, bound back in the elaborate braids that denoted his royal status. But it was his eyes that truly marked him as royalty—the same fiery orange as Odyn's, but with an additional inner light that spoke of magical abilities developed over centuries of rule.
Beside him walked Queen Hyatan, her elegant bearing a perfect complement to her husband's commanding presence. Her skin held the same rich tones as her family, while her hair was a deeper shade of blue-black that caught the light like polished obsidian. Her eyes were a striking violet that seemed to hold both warmth and tactical assessment in equal measure.
Both wore formal diplomatic robes that managed to be simultaneously elegant and practical—the kind of clothing that could transition seamlessly from state ceremony to battlefield command if circumstances required.
"Your Majesties," Professor Ozpin said with a formal bow that acknowledged their status without compromising his own dignity as headmaster. "Beacon Academy is honored by your presence."
"Headmaster Ozpin," High King Berethon replied, his voice carrying the measured tones of diplomatic protocol. "We thank you for your hospitality during these... interesting times."
Queen Hyatan's violet eyes found her sons immediately, her formal demeanor softening with maternal warmth. "Odyn. Roy. You've grown since your last visit home."
Family Reunions
The formal protocols were briefly set aside as the royal family embraced, though even their personal interactions carried an undercurrent of the tactical awareness that characterized dark elven nobility. Odyn's relief at seeing his parents was evident, though he maintained the composure expected of a prince.
"Mother. Father." Odyn's greeting carried deep respect alongside genuine affection. "I want you to meet—"
"Weiss Schnee," Queen Hyatan said gently, turning her violet gaze to study Odyn's fiancée with obvious interest. "Your reputation precedes you, my dear. Both as a Huntress and as the young woman who captured our son's heart."
Weiss felt a flutter of nervousness that had nothing to do with combat situations. Meeting potential in-laws was apparently more intimidating than facing ancient Grimm. She offered a formal curtsy that acknowledged the royal status while maintaining her own dignity.
"Your Majesty. It's an honor to meet you both."
High King Berethon stepped forward, his imposing height making Weiss feel smaller than usual. But when he spoke, his voice carried warmth alongside the inevitable parental assessment.
"So you're the one who taught our son that tactical coordination extends beyond military applications," he observed with what might have been amusement. "Odyn's letters have been... illuminating."
Roy cleared his throat diplomatically. "Perhaps we should move to more private accommodations? The landing platform seems inappropriate for extended family discussions."
"Agreed," Queen Hyatan said, though her eyes remained on Weiss with obvious curiosity. "We have much to discuss, and limited time before the wedding preparations must begin in earnest."
The Second Ship
As the royal family made their way toward Beacon's administrative complex, the second ship completed its landing procedures. The figures who emerged were clearly military rather than diplomatic—the disciplined movements and tactical awareness of professional soldiers evident in every gesture.
At their head walked a woman whose presence immediately commanded attention from every combat-trained individual present. She shared the dark elven physical characteristics but carried herself with the unmistakable bearing of someone who had spent centuries perfecting the art of warfare.
Lailah, Supreme Commander of the Dark Elven Royal Vanguard, was perhaps six inches shorter than Queen Hyatan but radiated an aura of dangerous competence that made her seem larger than her physical dimensions. Her hair was silver-white rather than blue, bound in the practical style of a career soldier, while her eyes were a pale blue that seemed to catalog potential threats with every glance.
More significantly for the assembled crowd, her bearing and facial structure bore an unmistakable resemblance to someone they all knew well—Qrow Branwen.
"Professor Branwen," she said formally as she approached the group, her voice carrying the crisp authority of military command. "It's been some time."
Qrow, who had arrived at the landing platform shortly after the ships' approach, stepped forward with his characteristic casual confidence. But those who knew him well could detect the subtle tension in his posture—the awareness that came from encountering someone whose capabilities matched or exceeded his own.
"Commander," he replied with a respectful nod. "Still carrying the weight of royal security, I see."
"Someone has to keep the royal family alive," Lailah replied with what might have been dry humor. "Your daughter speaks well of you."
The statement hung in the air like a dropped bomb. Several members of the assembled crowd—particularly those who knew both Qrow and Khanna—felt their understanding of family relationships suddenly shift into new configurations.
Khanna herself, standing with Team KABFL under her Academy identity as Seraphina, felt her breath catch. The physical resemblance between Qrow and the woman before them was undeniable, but the implications were staggering.
Aiko's enhanced senses immediately picked up on the subtle changes in scent and heartrate that indicated shock and recognition from multiple people. Her wolf ears twitched as she processed the emotional undercurrents suddenly flooding the area.
Hidden Connections Revealed
Qrow's expression remained carefully neutral, though those who knew him could detect the complex emotions he was working to contain. "Lailah. I wasn't expecting..."
"Royal security protocols required my presence," she replied, her military bearing unchanged. "The wedding of a dark elven prince to a foreign nobility requires comprehensive threat assessment and security coordination."
Her pale blue eyes swept across the assembled crowd, and Khanna felt the weight of that gaze like a physical touch. There was recognition there, and assessment, and something deeper that spoke to connections she had never fully understood.
"Additionally," Lailah continued with the same crisp authority, "recent events have demonstrated that Vale's security infrastructure requires... enhancement. The Dark Elven Kingdoms take the protection of their allies seriously."
Professor Goodwitch stepped forward, her own tactical instincts engaging with the military implications. "We appreciate any assistance in ensuring the safety of the festival participants."
"The Mountain Glenn incident revealed significant vulnerabilities," Lailah observed, her statement carrying the weight of someone who had studied detailed intelligence reports. "Similar threats must be anticipated and countered."
Zero's analytical mind was processing the tactical implications while simultaneously noting the family dynamics playing out around them. "Coordination between multiple security agencies could provide defensive depth that individual systems lack."
"Precisely," Lailah agreed, her attention focusing on the young man with obvious approval. "Effective security requires redundant systems and coordinated response protocols."
The Third Ship's Passengers
The third ship's passengers proved to be a combination of diplomatic staff, additional security personnel, and—much to everyone's surprise—several members of extended dark elven nobility who had apparently decided that a royal wedding was worth the journey to Remnant.
Among them was Lady Seraphine, Odyn's aunt and the royal family's chief diplomatic protocol officer. Her presence immediately signaled that this wedding would carry significant political weight within dark elven society.
But perhaps more interesting were the younger nobles who emerged—cousins and friends of the princes who had apparently insisted on attending despite the potential security risks. Their arrival transformed what had been planned as a relatively small ceremony into something approaching a state occasion.
"Brother," Roy said quietly to Odyn as they watched the procession of arrivals, "I think our 'small, private ceremony' just became significantly more complicated."
"The security implications alone," Hailfire murmured, her vanguard training immediately assessing the protection requirements for so many high-value individuals.
Sarai, watching from her position with Team SSGS, felt her own royal instincts engaging as she recognized several of the arrivals. As sister to the elven princes, she would be expected to participate in the formal protocol surrounding the wedding—another complication in an already complex situation.
"This is going to require comprehensive coordination," she observed to her teammates. "Royal protocols, security requirements, and diplomatic considerations all intersecting during an international festival."
Shallot and Giblet, the Saiyan brothers, exchanged glances that conveyed their shared assessment: more people meant more potential targets, but also more potential defenders if circumstances required combat solutions.
Scarlett nodded agreement with their unspoken tactical evaluation. "The festival provides cover, but also increases the complexity of threat assessment."
Private Conversations
Later that afternoon, as the various diplomatic and security arrangements were being coordinated, Queen Hyatan requested a private conversation with Weiss. They met in one of Beacon's more elegant conference rooms, with sunlight streaming through tall windows that overlooked the academy grounds.
"Please, sit," the Queen said gently, her formal protocol setting aside in favor of something more personal. "I hope you'll forgive the somewhat overwhelming nature of our arrival. Royal security tends toward the comprehensive."
Weiss took the offered seat, her posture maintaining proper respect while trying to convey her genuine desire to make a good impression. "Your Majesty, I understand the complexities involved. Recent events have made security a priority for everyone."
"Indeed." Queen Hyatan studied Weiss with violet eyes that seemed to see more than surface appearances. "Odyn's letters have told us much about you, but I confess I'm curious about your perspective on certain matters."
"What matters, Your Majesty?"
"The practical aspects of being married to someone whose duties may require him to place the needs of his people above personal considerations," the Queen said with quiet directness. "Royal marriage is partnership, but it's also sacrifice. Both partners must understand the weight of the crown, even when they don't wear it themselves."
Weiss considered the question seriously before responding. "Your Majesty, my own upbringing involved similar considerations. The Schnee family name carries responsibilities and expectations that don't always align with personal desires. I understand that duty sometimes requires difficult choices."
"Good," Queen Hyatan said with approval. "But understanding intellectually and living the reality are different things. Are you prepared for the possibility that royal duties might separate you from Odyn for extended periods? That his responsibilities to the dark elven people might require him to make decisions that affect your life without your consultation?"
The questions were direct and challenging, but Weiss appreciated their honesty. "Your Majesty, I believe that true partnership means supporting each other's responsibilities, even when they're difficult. Odyn's dedication to his people is one of the things I admire most about him. I wouldn't want to diminish that dedication, and I hope I can contribute to it."
Queen Hyatan smiled—the first truly warm expression Weiss had seen from her. "You'll do well as a princess, my dear. But remember that royal marriage is also about personal happiness. Don't lose yourself in the duties and expectations."
Father and Daughter
Meanwhile, in a secluded area of Beacon's grounds, Qrow Branwen and Lailah walked together in a conversation that had been decades in the making. The physical resemblance between them was unmistakable—the same bone structure, the same way of moving that suggested deadly competence held in casual restraint.
"She doesn't know," Qrow said quietly, referring to Khanna without needing to specify who he meant.
"I'm aware," Lailah replied, her military bearing unchanged despite the personal nature of their discussion. "The operational security requirements of her mission made disclosure inadvisable."
"Operational security." Qrow's voice carried complex emotions. "Is that what we're calling it?"
Lailah stopped walking, turning to face him directly. "Qrow, the decision to place her with the Branwen clan was made for her protection and for the security of both our kingdoms. The political implications of a confirmed heir to the Dark Elven Supreme Command position could have been used against her—and against us."
"She's not just an operational asset, Lailah. She's our daughter."
"She's the heir to my position and the bridge between our peoples," Lailah corrected, though her tone carried parental concern alongside military authority. "Her tactical capabilities, her leadership potential, her ability to coordinate between different combat philosophies—these things make her invaluable to both kingdoms' security."
Qrow ran a hand through his dark hair, a gesture that Khanna had inherited along with many others. "When do we tell her?"
"When the operational requirements allow it," Lailah replied. "Her current mission parameters require her to maintain her cover identity. Premature disclosure could compromise her effectiveness and her safety."
"And after the mission?"
Lailah's expression softened slightly, revealing the maternal feelings she usually kept contained. "After the mission, we tell her everything. About her heritage, about why certain decisions were made, about her future role in dark elven society." She paused, her pale blue eyes meeting Qrow's. "And about why her parents made choices that prioritized duty over personal desires."
The conversation continued in quieter tones, touching on years of separation, missed opportunities for family connection, and the complex balance between personal relationships and larger responsibilities that both of them understood all too well.
Wedding Planning Intensifies
Back in Beacon's administrative complex, the simple wedding that Team RWBY had envisioned was rapidly evolving into something far more elaborate. Lady Seraphine had taken charge of the diplomatic protocol requirements, while the various team leaders coordinated security arrangements.
"The ceremonial requirements alone," Sarai explained to the assembled friends and family, "will require coordination between dark elven traditions, Vale customs, and Atlesian diplomatic protocol."
"How many traditions are we talking about?" Yang asked, her expression suggesting she was beginning to regret volunteering to plan festivities.
"Dark elven royal marriages involve seven distinct ceremonial phases," Lady Seraphine replied with the patience of someone accustomed to explaining complex protocols. "Each phase has specific requirements for participants, locations, and ritual objects."
Ruby's eyes widened. "Seven? We were thinking one ceremony, maybe an hour long."
"The shortest recorded dark elven royal wedding ceremony lasted four hours," Roy said helpfully. "Though that was considered rather rushed by traditional standards."
Weiss felt a flutter of panic. "Four hours? What if someone attacks during the ceremony? What if there's an emergency?"
Odyn took her hand gently. "The ceremonial requirements are negotiable. Shortened forms exist for wartime conditions or security concerns."
"Which we definitely have," Blake pointed out pragmatically.
Hailfire's tactical mind was already working through the logistical challenges. "Multiple ceremony phases mean multiple security checkpoints, multiple venues to secure, and extended exposure periods for high-value targets."
Zero nodded agreement. "The mathematical probability of hostile action increases with duration and complexity of public events."
Jaune, who had been quietly listening to the expanding complexity, finally spoke up. "Maybe we should focus on what's actually important? Odyn and Weiss want to get married, surrounded by people who care about them, without anyone getting attacked by Grimm or terrorists."
The simple statement cut through the diplomatic and security complexities, reminding everyone of the fundamental purpose of the gathering.
"Jaune's right," Ruby said with characteristic determination. "We figure out the minimum necessary ceremony, make sure everyone's safe, and celebrate properly."
Pyrrha smiled at her leader's practical approach. "Sometimes the simplest solutions are the most effective."
Queen Hyatan, who had been observing the planning discussion, spoke up with royal authority. "The ceremony will follow abbreviated dark elven protocols, incorporating Vale customs where appropriate. Security will be comprehensive but unobtrusive. And the celebration will honor both families while remaining focused on the couple's happiness."
The decisive statement ended the debate and provided a framework for moving forward.
Security Briefing
That evening, the various team leaders gathered in Beacon's war room for a comprehensive security briefing led by Professor Goodwitch, General Ironwood, and Supreme Commander Lailah. The combination of academic, military, and royal vanguard perspectives created a thorough threat assessment.
"Intelligence suggests that the Mountain Glenn incident was part of a larger pattern of coordinated attacks," General Ironwood began, his tactical displays showing threat assessments across all four kingdoms. "The timing of these attacks relative to the Vytal Festival cannot be considered coincidental."
Lailah stepped forward, her military bearing commanding immediate attention. "Dark elven intelligence networks have identified at least three distinct hostile organizations operating with coordinated objectives. The White Fang's surface activities, the criminal networks exemplified by Roman Torchwick, and a third faction whose capabilities remain partially classified."
"Meaning?" Khanna asked, her tactical instincts engaging with the incomplete information.
"Meaning," Professor Goodwitch replied, "that we're preparing for threats we can't fully anticipate or quantify."
The security arrangements that emerged from the briefing were comprehensive. Multiple overlapping defensive perimeters, rapid response teams positioned throughout the ceremony areas, and communication protocols that would allow instant coordination if threats materialized.
"Each team will have specific assignments during the ceremony," Lailah continued, her pale blue eyes meeting those of each team leader. "Your combat capabilities make you valuable assets, but your primary responsibility is the safety of the civilian attendees."
Odyn raised his hand. "Supreme Commander, what about the ceremony participants? I assume the wedding party will be considered high-value targets?"
"You will be protected," Lailah replied with military certainty. "But you will also be armed and prepared to defend yourselves if necessary. Royal protocols include combat-ready formal wear for precisely these situations."
Yang grinned. "Combat-ready formal wear? I like the sound of that."
"Dark elven ceremonial armor is both elegant and functional," Sarai confirmed. "Though I hope we won't need to test its defensive capabilities."
The Night Before
The evening before the wedding found the various teams scattered across Beacon Academy, handling final preparations while trying to maintain some semblance of normal routine. The festival atmosphere in Vale provided a celebratory backdrop, though everyone remained aware of the security implications.
Team RWBY gathered in their dormitory room for what Yang had declared "the most important bachelorette party in the history of international diplomacy." The festivities were deliberately low-key—Ruby had insisted that nothing should happen that might compromise their combat readiness the following day.
"So," Yang said as they settled into comfortable positions with carefully selected refreshments, "tomorrow our Weiss becomes a princess. How are we feeling about that?"
"Terrified," Weiss admitted honestly. "Not about marrying Odyn—that part I'm sure about. But the political implications, the ceremonial requirements, the possibility of hostile action during the ceremony..."
"The possibility of accidentally starting an international incident by using the wrong fork during the reception dinner," Blake added with dry humor.
"That too," Weiss agreed with a shaky laugh.
Ruby moved to sit beside her teammate, offering the kind of straightforward support that had become her trademark. "Weiss, you're going to be amazing. You've already proven you can handle anything—combat, family drama, underground Grimm emergencies, and royal politics. One wedding ceremony is not going to defeat you."
"Plus," Yang added with a grin, "if anyone tries to ruin your wedding, they'll have to go through all of us. And I'm really looking forward to the combat-ready formal wear thing."
Blake nodded agreement. "We've got your back, whatever happens."
The simple statements of support provided more comfort than hours of ceremony planning or security briefings. Whatever challenges awaited them, they would face them together.
Royal Tradition
In the guest quarters assigned to the dark elven delegation, Odyn participated in the traditional pre-wedding ritual of receiving counsel from male relatives. High King Berethon, Roy, and several of the extended family members had gathered for conversations that stretched back through centuries of dark elven tradition.
"Marriage is partnership," High King Berethon said, his fiery orange eyes reflecting the wisdom of millennia. "But royal marriage is partnership under public scrutiny, with responsibilities that extend beyond personal happiness."
"I understand, Father," Odyn replied respectfully. "Weiss understands as well. We've discussed the implications."
"Good," the King said approvingly. "But understanding and living the reality are different things. There will be times when duty requires sacrifices from both of you. The key is ensuring that those sacrifices are shared fairly and that they ultimately serve purposes you both believe in."
Roy stepped forward with characteristic diplomatic grace. "Brother, you've chosen well. Weiss has the strength and intelligence to be an effective partner in both personal and political matters. But remember that she's also choosing to leave her familiar world to join ours. Make sure she never regrets that choice."
The conversation continued late into the night, touching on practical matters of royal responsibility, the emotional challenges of public service, and the deeper questions of how to maintain personal identity while fulfilling larger obligations.
Dawn of the Wedding Day
The morning of the wedding dawned clear and bright, with perfect weather that seemed almost suspiciously convenient given the security concerns and ceremonial requirements. The festival atmosphere in Vale provided an ideal backdrop for celebration, while the various security teams completed their final preparations.
Ruby Rose woke before dawn, her internal alarm clock having adjusted to the heightened alertness that had become routine since their return from Mountain Glenn. The dormitory was quiet, her teammates still sleeping peacefully, but she could sense the anticipation that filled Beacon Academy.
Today, one of her best friends was getting married to a dark elven prince, in a ceremony that would be attended by foreign royalty, protected by multiple security agencies, and watched by thousands of festival attendees. The personal and political implications were staggering, but at its heart, it was about two people who loved each other choosing to build a life together.
That, Ruby reflected as she quietly prepared for the day ahead, was worth celebrating regardless of the complexities that surrounded it.
Princess Lyra's Introductions
As the various teams gathered in Beacon's main courtyard for the pre-ceremony briefing, a new figure emerged from the dark elven delegation. Princess Lyra, Odyn's youngest sister, possessed the same rich dark brown skin and deep blue hair as her brothers, but her approach was markedly different from their more formal diplomatic bearing.
At sixteen, she carried herself with the confidence of someone born to royalty but without the weight of succession responsibilities that shaped her older brothers. Her fiery orange eyes sparkled with curiosity and mischief as she approached the assembled groups, clearly intent on making her own introductions rather than waiting for formal protocol.
"So," she announced cheerfully, "you're the famous Teams RWBY, JNPR, and CFVY that my brothers have been writing about. I'm Lyra, and I've been dying to meet the people who've been dragging my siblings through underground Grimm nests and romantic complications."
Ruby found herself immediately charmed by the younger princess's directness. "Hi! I'm Ruby, and this is my team. Your brother's been amazing—both in combat and as Weiss's partner."
"He'd better be," Lyra replied with mock sternness. "I didn't spend years training him in proper etiquette just to have him embarrass the family at his own wedding."
Yang grinned at the princess's attitude. "I like her already. She's got that 'annoying little sister' energy down perfectly."
"Annoying?" Lyra placed a hand over her heart in exaggerated offense. "I prefer 'charmingly direct.'"
Blake smiled, recognizing a kindred spirit in someone who clearly preferred straightforward communication over diplomatic subtlety. "How long have you known about Weiss and Odyn?"
"Since his first letter mentioning a 'tactically brilliant teammate with exceptional combat coordination capabilities,'" Lyra replied with air quotes. "My brother never gushes about anyone's tactical abilities unless he's completely smitten."
Jaune stepped forward with his characteristic friendliness. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Highness. I'm Jaune Arc, team leader of JNPR."
"Jaune!" Lyra's eyes lit up with recognition. "The one who faced down that massive Ursa during the Mountain Glenn crisis! Odyn mentioned your tactical development has been remarkable."
Pyrrha felt a flush of pride for her partner's accomplishments being recognized by dark elven royalty. "He's grown tremendously as a leader."
Nora bounded forward with her usual exuberance. "Are you going to be in the wedding? Do dark elf princesses get to wear combat armor to formal ceremonies? Because that sounds awesome!"
"Combat-ready formal wear is traditional for royal ceremonies," Lyra confirmed with a grin. "Though I'm hoping we won't need to test its defensive capabilities today."
Ren offered a respectful bow. "Your presence honors the ceremony, Princess Lyra."
The introductions continued as Lyra moved through the assembled teams with genuine interest, asking about their experiences, their training, and their relationships with her brothers. Her approach was refreshingly informal while still maintaining appropriate respect for their accomplishments.
When she reached Team CFVY, her demeanor shifted slightly, becoming more serious as she recognized their reputation.
"Team CFVY," she said with genuine respect. "Your combat effectiveness during the breach crisis has been noted in our intelligence reports. The Kingdom of Vale is fortunate to have Huntsmen of your caliber."
Coco adjusted her sunglasses with characteristic confidence. "We do what we can to keep things interesting."
Velvet offered a shy smile. "It's wonderful to meet you, Princess. The ceremony preparations are beautiful."
Fox and Yatsuhashi provided respectful acknowledgments, their more reserved natures complementing Coco and Velvet's responses.
Official Introductions
Lyra's attention then turned to the faculty and military leadership who were coordinating the day's events. Professor Ozpin stood near the main administrative building, his characteristic calm demeanor unchanged despite the complexity of the occasion.
"Headmaster Ozpin," Lyra said with a formal bow that acknowledged his position while conveying genuine respect. "The Dark Elven Kingdoms are grateful for Beacon Academy's hospitality during these... eventful times."
"Princess Lyra," Ozpin replied with a slight smile. "Your presence adds to the joy of the occasion. I hope your stay at Beacon has been educational as well as celebratory."
"Very educational," Lyra confirmed, her eyes twinkling with hints of the intelligence networks that connected royal families across different kingdoms. "Though I suspect today's events will prove more educational than anyone anticipates."
Professor Goodwitch stepped forward with her characteristic precision. "Your Highness. The security arrangements have been coordinated with your family's protection detail. We're confident in our ability to ensure the ceremony's safety."
"Professor Goodwitch," Lyra replied formally, though her expression suggested she was impressed by the Deputy Headmistress's competence. "Your reputation for maintaining order under challenging circumstances precedes you. I understand your coordination with Supreme Commander Lailah has been exemplary."
The compliment carried weight coming from someone whose family regularly dealt with complex security situations.
General Ironwood approached the group, and Lyra's demeanor shifted to something approaching genuine warmth—a reaction that surprised several of the observing students.
"Uncle James!" she said, abandoning royal protocol entirely as she embraced the Atlesian General with obvious affection.
The informal address caught everyone off guard, revealing a connection that went beyond mere diplomatic relations. Ironwood's smile was genuinely paternal as he returned the embrace.
"Lyra. You've grown since the last diplomatic gathering. How are your combat studies progressing?"
"Ahead of schedule, as usual," she replied with a grin. "Though Mother insists I focus on diplomatic protocols rather than advanced weapons training."
"Your mother is wise," Ironwood said with mock sternness. "Though I suspect your tactical instincts are developing nicely despite her preferences."
The exchange revealed layers of connection between the Dark Elven Kingdoms and Atlas that went well beyond formal treaties—personal relationships that had apparently developed over decades of cooperation.
Yang whispered to Ruby, "Did she just call General Ironwood 'Uncle James'?"
"Family connections run deeper than public treaties," Blake observed quietly, her experience with political complexities allowing her to recognize the implications.
A Mysterious Message
As the introductions and conversations continued, Lyra made her way to where Team KABFL stood with the other allied teams. Her approach to Khanna—still operating under her Academy identity as Seraphina—was notably deliberate, suggesting this wasn't a casual encounter.
"Seraphina," Lyra said formally, using the cover identity while her eyes conveyed something deeper. "I've heard impressive reports about your tactical capabilities and leadership during recent crisis situations."
Khanna felt a flutter of uncertainty, her Branwen instincts picking up on subtle currents of meaning beneath the formal words. "Thank you, Your Highness. I've been privileged to work with exceptional teammates."
"Indeed," Lyra agreed, her gaze briefly encompassing Aiko, Baron, Flare, and Lazuli before returning to focus on Khanna. "The coordination between multiple teams during the underground operation demonstrated remarkable strategic thinking."
The conversation continued for several minutes, touching on tactical theory, combat coordination, and the challenges of leadership under pressure. But as other conversations drew the attention of their teammates, Lyra moved closer to Khanna, lowering her voice to a more private level.
"There's something I was asked to mention to you," she said quietly, her royal training evident in her ability to convey sensitive information without attracting attention. "After the ceremony and reception have concluded, there's someone who would like to meet with you privately."
Khanna felt her pulse quicken, though she maintained her composed exterior. "Someone?"
"Someone who has taken a particular interest in your development and achievements," Lyra continued carefully. "Someone who believes it's time for certain conversations that have been... postponed due to operational considerations."
The cryptic phrasing was clearly intentional, but Khanna's tactical mind was already processing possibilities. Her cover identity made certain types of direct communication inadvisable, but the formal nature of the wedding provided opportunities for discreet contact.
"Should I be concerned about the nature of this meeting?" Khanna asked, her voice equally quiet.
Lyra's expression softened slightly, revealing genuine reassurance beneath the diplomatic caution. "Quite the opposite. This meeting represents the resolution of questions you may have wondered about, rather than the creation of new complications."
The statement was both reassuring and intriguing, suggesting answers rather than additional mysteries.
"When and where?" Khanna asked practically.
"After the reception, when the formal obligations have been fulfilled," Lyra replied. "You'll be contacted with specific details. But I wanted to give you advance notice so you could... prepare yourself for potentially significant revelations."
The warning was kindly meant, but it sent Khanna's mind racing through possibilities. Someone with access to royal channels wanted to meet with her privately, someone who apparently knew more about her background or mission than she had expected.
"Princess," she said carefully, "can you tell me anything else about this person's identity or their connection to me?"
Lyra considered the question seriously before responding. "I can tell you that this person cares deeply about your wellbeing and your future, and that the meeting represents an opportunity rather than a threat. Beyond that, I believe the explanations should come from them directly."
The answer was diplomatic but genuine, suggesting that Lyra was operating under specific instructions about what information she could share.
"I understand," Khanna replied, though her mind continued processing the implications. "Thank you for the advance notice."
"Of course," Lyra said, her voice returning to normal conversational levels as other team members drew near. "I hope you enjoy the ceremony. Royal dark elven weddings are quite spectacular when done properly."
As Lyra moved on to continue her social rounds, Khanna found herself with more questions than answers, but also with a sense of anticipation that was both exciting and nerve-wracking.
Aiko, who had been close enough to overhear parts of the quiet conversation, approached with concern evident in her wolf ears and posture. "Everything alright? That looked like a pretty serious discussion."
"I'm not sure yet," Khanna replied honestly. "But I think I'm about to learn something important about my background."
"Want backup?" Baron asked, his protective instincts engaging at the suggestion of unknown meetings.
"I appreciate the offer," Khanna said with genuine gratitude, "but I think this is something I need to handle personally. At least initially."
Flare and Lazuli exchanged glances, their Majin and Android enhanced senses picking up on the emotional undercurrents of the conversation.
"We'll be available if you need support," Lazuli said practically. "Whatever this meeting reveals, you don't have to handle it alone."
The support from her teammates was genuinely comforting, reminding Khanna that whatever revelations awaited her, she had built strong relationships that would endure regardless of her background or origins.
Final Preparations
As the morning progressed and the ceremony time approached, the various teams dispersed to handle their final preparations. The mysterious message from Princess Lyra added another layer of anticipation to an already emotionally charged day, but it was balanced by the excitement of witnessing their friends' wedding.
Ruby found herself checking and double-checking her formal attire, her silver eyes bright with excitement for Weiss despite the underlying security concerns that had become routine.
Yang was practically vibrating with anticipation, her golden hair gleaming as she prepared for what she had declared would be "the most elegant bachelorette party aftermath in the history of international diplomacy."
Blake moved with her characteristic grace, but those who knew her well could detect the alertness that suggested she was prepared for any eventuality—celebration or crisis.
The day promised to be memorable for multiple reasons, with personal joy and political significance interweining in ways that would shape relationships and alliances for years to come.
To be continued in Chapter 22: Royal Wedding; Vytal Tourney- Round One