Chapter XXII: Royal Wedding, Reunions, Vytal Tourney- Round One
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.
The Wedding Ceremony
Beacon Academy's amphitheater had been transformed into something that managed to be both elegant and defensible—a combination that spoke to the unique requirements of a royal dark elven wedding during wartime conditions. Crystalline formations created by dark elven artisans provided both decoration and strategic cover, while the natural stone formations of the venue were enhanced with defensive positions that appeared to be purely aesthetic.
The assembled guests represented a cross-section of diplomatic, military, and academic leadership that rarely gathered in one location. High King Berethon and Queen Hyatan occupied seats of honor, their formal robes complemented by the subtle armor plating that marked them as warrior-rulers rather than merely ceremonial royalty.
General Ironwood sat with obvious comfort among the dark elven delegation, his presence confirming the deeper alliances that Princess Lyra had hinted at during her introductions. Professor Ozpin served as officiant, his role carrying both academic authority and the diplomatic weight necessary for an international ceremony.
The ceremony itself followed the abbreviated dark elven protocol that Queen Hyatan had negotiated, incorporating elements from both kingdoms while maintaining the essential spiritual and political significance of the union. Odyn appeared in formal dark elven ceremonial armor that managed to be both elegant and functional, his deep blue hair braided in patterns that indicated his royal status.
When Weiss entered the amphitheater, escorted by her teammates in their roles as honor guard, the sight drew appreciative murmurs from the assembled guests. Her dress was a masterpiece of Atlesian craftsmanship enhanced with dark elven artistry—white silk and silver threading complemented by subtle defensive elements that transformed formal wear into combat-ready attire.
The exchange of vows was conducted in both Common and the melodic dark elven language, with translations provided for those unfamiliar with royal protocols. But the emotions behind the formal words were universal—two people choosing to build a life together despite the uncertainties of their world.
"In the presence of family and friends," Professor Ozpin declared as the ceremony reached its conclusion, "I pronounce you husband and wife, partners in all endeavors, united in purpose and affection."
The kiss that sealed their union was met with applause from the assembled guests, but those with enhanced senses could detect the subtle tension that indicated everyone remained alert for potential threats even during moments of celebration.
Tournament Matches Continue
Following the wedding ceremony and initial reception, many of the guests made their way to Amity Colosseum for the continuation of the Vytal Festival tournament. The floating arena provided both entertainment and a convenient way to maintain public appearances while the various security agencies continued their protective details.
Team JNPR's match against Team BRNZ had demonstrated both their growth as fighters and the areas where their coordination still needed improvement. Jaune's leadership during combat had shown significant development, though his attempts at implementing complex tactical maneuvers revealed the gap between theoretical planning and battlefield execution.
"Flower Power?" Nora had asked with genuine confusion after the match. "Jaune, when did we decide on code names?"
"I thought it would be more efficient," Jaune replied defensively, though his teammates' expressions suggested they preferred straightforward communication during combat situations.
Pyrrha's gentle guidance helped redirect the post-match analysis toward constructive improvement rather than frustration. "The important thing is that we won, and we learned something about our coordination under pressure."
Ren nodded agreement, though his typically reserved demeanor couldn't completely hide his amusement at Jaune's tactical ambitions. "Perhaps we should practice the code names before implementing them in actual matches."
The following match between Teams SSSN and NDGO provided a different kind of entertainment, with Neptune's aquaphobia creating complications that transformed what should have been straightforward tactics into an improvised comedy of errors.
"Did Neptune just climb onto the enemy's terrain to avoid the water?" Yang asked incredulously from the spectator stands.
"He's genuinely terrified," Blake observed with a mixture of sympathy and tactical assessment. "Fear can be as debilitating as any physical injury in combat situations."
Sun's eventual success in getting Neptune to overcome his phobia long enough to use his weapon's electrical capabilities demonstrated both leadership and friendship, though the victory was far from elegant in its execution.
Qrow's Observations
In a bar in Vale's entertainment district, Qrow Branwen watched the tournament matches with the critical eye of someone who had spent decades evaluating combat effectiveness. His assessment of both matches was characteristically blunt and accurate.
"JNPR's got heart, but their tactical coordination needs work," he muttered into his drink, speaking to no one in particular. "Leadership enthusiasm doesn't compensate for communication failures."
The SSSN versus NDGO match earned an even more dismissive evaluation. "What a mess," he said with professional disapproval. "Tactics went out the window the moment personal issues entered the equation."
But his attention was drawn away from the tournament coverage when a distinctive airship passed overhead—sleek, advanced, and bearing no identification markings that he could discern from his position. The craft's design suggested Atlesian engineering, but with modifications that spoke to specialized requirements.
"Now that," Qrow said as he finished his drink and prepared to leave, "looks like the fight I was waiting for."
His departure from the bar was casual but purposeful, his huntsman instincts engaging with the possibility that something significant was about to occur.
"She's Here"
Back at Amity Colosseum, Weiss caught sight of the same approaching aircraft, and her reaction was immediate and visceral. Her newly-married status hadn't diminished her awareness of important developments in the larger political landscape.
"She's here," Weiss said quietly, though her voice carried a mixture of awe and apprehension that caught her teammates' attention immediately.
"Who's here?" Ruby asked, following Weiss's gaze toward the approaching airship.
"Someone I thought I'd never see compete again," Weiss replied, her tactical mind already processing the implications of whoever was aboard that aircraft. "Someone whose reputation in combat is... legendary."
Yang leaned forward with interest. "Anyone we know?"
Blake's enhanced senses were picking up on subtle changes in the crowd's energy as other spectators began to notice the approaching aircraft. Whatever was about to happen, it was significant enough to affect the entire tournament atmosphere.
The airship's approach marked a shift in the day's events from celebration and routine competition to something that promised to be far more consequential for everyone involved.
A Father's Approach
In a secluded area of Beacon Academy, away from the wedding festivities and tournament crowds, Qrow Branwen made his way through familiar pathways with the measured pace of someone preparing for an important and potentially difficult conversation.
Princess Lyra had coordinated the timing with characteristic royal efficiency, ensuring that the wedding reception was well underway and that most attention was focused on either the celebration or the tournament matches. The location she had specified was private but not isolated—a balance between discretion and security that spoke to careful planning.
Khanna arrived at the designated meeting spot with the punctuality that marked her as both professionally trained and personally anxious about the encounter. Her Branwen tactical instincts were on high alert, processing the environment and potential approaches while her mind raced through possibilities about her mysterious meeting.
When Qrow stepped into view, Khanna felt a jolt of recognition that went beyond mere physical resemblance. The way he moved, the unconscious tactical assessments he made of their surroundings, the casual confidence that concealed lethal capabilities—all of it resonated with patterns she recognized in herself.
"Seraphina," Qrow said quietly, using her Academy cover name out of ingrained operational security habits. "Thank you for coming."
"Professor Branwen," she replied formally, though her voice carried undertones of the questions that had been building since Princess Lyra's cryptic message. "I was told someone wanted to meet with me about... significant revelations?"
Qrow studied her carefully, taking in details that confirmed what he had long suspected from academy reports and combat footage. The tactical awareness, the balanced stance that suggested readiness for either conversation or combat, the way her eyes assessed him as both a potential threat and a source of answers.
"There are things about your background that you deserve to know," he said finally. "Things that were kept from you for operational security reasons, but which become relevant as you advance in your training and responsibilities."
"What kind of things?" Khanna asked directly, her Branwen nature favoring straightforward communication over diplomatic circumlocution.
Qrow took a steadying breath, preparing to reveal information that would fundamentally change how she understood her own identity and relationships.
"Things about your parents," he said quietly. "About why certain decisions were made regarding your upbringing and training. About connections you have to people and organizations that you haven't been told about."
The words hung in the air between them, carrying weight that both of them could feel.
"You know who my parents are," Khanna said, her statement carrying both recognition and demand for confirmation.
"I know who your parents are," Qrow confirmed, "because I'm one of them."
The revelation landed with the impact of a physical blow, recontextualizing years of questions about her background and the gaps in her knowledge about her origins.
"You're my father," she said, her voice carrying complex emotions—surprise, recognition, and the beginning of understanding about why certain things had always felt familiar about Professor Branwen.
"I'm your father," Qrow confirmed. "And your mother is Supreme Commander Lailah of the Dark Elven Royal Vanguard. The woman you've been working with on security arrangements for the wedding."
The second revelation compounded the first, suddenly making sense of interactions and recognition patterns that had puzzled her during the recent diplomatic activities.
"Mother... Lailah is my mother," Khanna said slowly, processing the implications. "I've known her my whole life, but as a mentor and training officer, not as..."
"Not as your parent," Qrow finished gently. "The operational security requirements of both our positions made open acknowledgment of family relationships inadvisable. But you're seventeen now, completing advanced training, and approaching the point where those considerations become secondary to your right to know the truth about your heritage."
The conversation that followed stretched through the evening, with Qrow explaining the political and security considerations that had shaped her upbringing, the coordination between the Branwen clan and the Dark Elven Kingdoms that had facilitated her training, and the future responsibilities that came with being heir to both traditions.
"Why now?" Khanna asked as the conversation began to wind down. "Why reveal this during a wedding, in the middle of a festival, when everything else is complicated?"
"Because," Qrow replied with a slight smile that she now recognized as having inherited, "you're about to face challenges that require you to understand exactly who you are and what resources you have access to. And because your mother and I decided that you've earned the right to know the truth about your family."
An Emotional Reunion
The conversation continued in the quiet space Princess Lyra had arranged, far from the celebration and tournament crowds. Qrow found himself studying his daughter's face, cataloging the features she'd inherited from both parents and the expressions that were uniquely her own.
"I have to ask," Khanna said quietly, her voice carrying years of unspoken questions. "Did you ever... did you ever want to reach out? Growing up, I always wondered about my father. Aunt Raven would tell me stories, but she always said operational security meant certain things had to wait."
Qrow's composure, maintained through decades of dangerous missions and difficult decisions, cracked slightly at the raw honesty in her voice. "Every day," he admitted, his usual casual confidence replaced by parental vulnerability. "There were so many times I wanted to break protocol, to just show up and be your father instead of Professor Branwen who happened to take an interest in your tactical development."
"But you couldn't," Khanna said with understanding that came from her own training in operational security.
"The threats were too real," Qrow confirmed. "Your mother and I both have enemies who would have used you against us if they'd known about the family connection. Keeping you safe meant keeping you at a distance."
Khanna was quiet for a moment, processing emotions she had carried for years without fully understanding them. "I used to watch you during training sessions and wonder why you seemed familiar. Not just your fighting style, but the way you moved, the way you assessed situations. I thought maybe it was just because we were both Branwens."
"We are both Branwens," Qrow said with a slight smile. "But you're also half dark elf royalty, and that combination makes you unique in ways that are both advantageous and potentially dangerous."
The weight of that statement settled between them, carrying implications about heritage, responsibility, and the complex identity she would need to navigate going forward.
"I'm scared," Khanna admitted with the honesty that came from finally speaking to someone who shared her bloodline and understood her background. "About what this means for my future, about the expectations that come with this heritage, about whether I'm strong enough to live up to both traditions."
Qrow stepped closer, his paternal instincts overriding years of operational distance. "You're already stronger than either your mother or I were at your age. The way you've handled your training, your leadership during the Mountain Glenn crisis, your tactical coordination with multiple teams—you've proven yourself worthy of both heritages."
"Really?" The question carried the vulnerability of a daughter seeking approval from a father she was meeting for the first time as family.
"Really," Qrow confirmed, and for the first time in seventeen years, he embraced his daughter as a father rather than as a distant mentor. "I'm proud of you, Khanna. Prouder than I have words to express."
The emotion in his voice broke through both their defenses, and for several minutes they simply held each other—a father and daughter finally able to acknowledge the relationship they had always wanted but never been able to claim.
Winter's Arrival
Back at the wedding celebration, the distinctive sound of Atlesian aircraft announced another significant arrival. The sleek white airship that touched down on Beacon's secondary landing platform bore the Schnee company markings, but those familiar with military protocols could detect the modifications that suggested specialized capabilities.
Winter Schnee emerged from the aircraft with the bearing that marked her as both military officer and corporate heiress. Her pristine white uniform carried the insignia of an Atlesian Specialist, while her posture radiated the confidence of someone accustomed to command in dangerous situations.
But those with enhanced senses could detect something else about Winter Schnee—subtle energy signatures that suggested connections to magical traditions beyond typical Atlesian military training. The dark elven delegates present noted her approach with interest that went beyond diplomatic courtesy.
"Sister," Winter said as she approached Weiss and Odyn, her formal military bearing softening into genuine familial affection. "Congratulations on your marriage. I apologize for the delayed arrival—Atlas military duties required my attention until this morning."
"Winter!" Weiss's joy at seeing her sister was evident as she embraced the older woman. "I wasn't certain you'd be able to make it."
"I wouldn't miss my sister's wedding," Winter replied, then turned to address Odyn with formal respect. "Your Highness. I'm honored to welcome you to our family, such as it is."
Odyn inclined his head respectfully. "Specialist Schnee. Your reputation precedes you, and I'm grateful for your acceptance of our union."
"The reputation works both ways," Winter observed with what might have been approval. "Your tactical coordination during the Mountain Glenn crisis has been noted in military circles. Weiss chose well."
The conversation continued with Winter offering formal congratulations while subtly assessing Odyn with the eye of someone trained in both military evaluation and protective sisterly instincts. But observant guests noted that her interaction with the dark elven delegation carried undertones of familiarity that suggested more than casual diplomatic contact.
High King Berethon approached the group, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Specialist Schnee. It's been some time since our paths crossed."
"Your Majesty," Winter replied with a bow that carried both military precision and personal respect. "I trust your journey to Remnant was without incident?"
"As smooth as such things ever are," the King replied with what might have been amusement. "Though I understand certain operational requirements have kept you busy recently."
The exchange was diplomatic but carried undercurrents that suggested shared knowledge of activities beyond public awareness. Queen Hyatan's violet eyes sparkled with what looked like approval as she observed Winter's interaction with her husband.
A Mother's Joy
The celebration was further enriched by the presence of Willow Schnee, Weiss's mother, whose attendance represented a significant departure from her usual social isolation. Her recovery from the depression and alcohol dependency that had marked her recent years was evident in her posture and engagement with the festivities.
"My darling daughter," Willow said as she approached the newlyweds, her eyes bright with tears of joy. "You look absolutely radiant."
"Mother," Weiss replied with emotion that spoke to their gradually healing relationship. "Thank you for being here. I know it wasn't easy to leave Atlas, especially with Father's... disapproval."
Willow's expression hardened slightly at the mention of Jacques. "Your father's business machinations don't concern me where my daughter's happiness is involved. He chose to prioritize his corporate schemes over attending his daughter's wedding, which tells us everything we need to know about his priorities."
Turning to Odyn, Willow's demeanor softened into maternal warmth. "Your Highness, welcome to our family. I hope you'll find us less dysfunctional than our reputation suggests."
"Mrs. Schnee," Odyn replied with genuine respect, "any family that produced someone like Weiss clearly understands what truly matters."
The response earned him an approving smile from his new mother-in-law, who then embraced him with the enthusiasm of someone grateful to see her daughter find happiness despite the family's complications.
"Jacques's absence is his loss," Willow declared firmly. "His petty disapproval of a union that brings nothing but joy and political advantage to our family demonstrates exactly the kind of short-sighted thinking that has damaged both our personal relationships and our business interests."
Winter nodded agreement with her mother's assessment. "Father's tendency to view family members as business assets rather than people has cost him more than he realizes. His inability to celebrate Weiss's happiness speaks to his character, not to the wisdom of her choices."
Royal Matchmaking
As the reception continued and the various guests mingled in celebration, Princess Lyra found herself in the perfect position to observe the developing dynamics among the younger attendees. Her royal training in diplomatic observation made her particularly skilled at recognizing interpersonal connections that others might miss.
She had noticed during the pre-ceremony preparations that her brother Roy seemed to seek out opportunities to be near Ruby Rose, while Ruby appeared to be unconsciously gravitating toward Roy's calm, diplomatic presence. Their interactions carried the subtle chemistry that Lyra had learned to recognize through years of court observation.
During a quiet moment in the celebration, when Roy and Ruby found themselves standing together near the refreshment tables, Lyra approached with the kind of mischievous smile that indicated impending embarrassment for her target.
"Brother dear," she said with mock formality, "I couldn't help but notice how attentive you've been to Miss Rose's comfort throughout the celebration. Such dedication to diplomatic courtesy is quite admirable."
Roy's response was immediate and telling—a flush of color that spread from his neck to his ears despite his usual composed demeanor. "Lyra, I was simply ensuring that our guests feel welcomed."
"Of course," Lyra agreed with theatrical solemnity, then turned to Ruby with equal mock-seriousness. "And Miss Rose, I've observed that you seem to find my brother's company particularly... engaging. His diplomatic insights must be quite fascinating."
Ruby's reaction was equally dramatic, her silver eyes widening as crimson spread across her cheeks. "I... he... we were just discussing tactical applications of international cooperation protocols!"
"Tactical applications," Lyra repeated with obvious delight. "How wonderfully specific. And here I thought you might be enjoying each other's company for more personal reasons."
"Lyra," Roy said with the kind of brotherly warning that indicated he was prepared to resort to less diplomatic responses if his sister continued her teasing.
But the damage was done. Other guests had begun to notice the interaction, and Yang's distinctive laugh could be heard from across the reception area as she observed her sister's obvious embarrassment.
"Ruby's got a crush on a prince!" Yang announced with big sisterly glee. "This is the best wedding ever!"
"Yang!" Ruby protested, but her flustered state only encouraged the teasing from both Yang and Princess Lyra.
Roy, despite his own embarrassment, stepped slightly closer to Ruby in a gesture that was both protective and telling. "Perhaps we should find a quieter area to continue our discussion of... international cooperation protocols."
"That sounds lovely," Ruby replied, her gratitude for his diplomatic rescue evident despite her continued blushing.
As they moved away from Lyra's amused observation, the princess felt satisfied with her matchmaking efforts. Royal marriages were often matters of political convenience, but she believed strongly that personal happiness should be part of any successful union—a philosophy that seemed to be working well for Odyn and Weiss.
Hidden Connections Revealed
The celebration continued with the easy flow of successful diplomatic gatherings, but those with training in observation could detect undercurrents of meaning beneath the social pleasantries. Winter's familiarity with the dark elven delegation, Jacques Schnee's conspicuous absence, and the complex family dynamics that were being revealed all contributed to a deeper understanding of the political landscape that surrounded the union.
As evening approached and the various security details maintained their vigilant watch, the wedding reception had successfully achieved its multiple objectives: celebrating a genuine love match, strengthening international alliances, and providing cover for the kinds of discrete conversations that shaped policy beyond public awareness.
The day had indeed been memorable for multiple reasons, with personal revelations and political significance inte
To Be continued in Chapter 23: It's Brawl in the Family