Chapter XXIII: It's Brawl In The Family; Secret Connections
A Promise for the Future
As the evening reception began to wind down and the various diplomatic guests started making their formal departures, Odyn and Weiss found themselves surrounded by their closest friends near the edge of Beacon's illuminated courtyard. The combination of wedding celebration and ongoing security concerns had created a unique atmosphere—joyful but vigilant, celebratory but grounded in reality.
"So," Yang said with her characteristic directness, "that was definitely not the small, intimate ceremony we originally planned."
Weiss laughed, her hand intertwined with Odyn's as they stood together in their formal attire that had proven both elegant and tactically sound. "Royal protocols have a way of expanding simple plans into complex operations."
"Seven ceremonial phases," Ruby added with mock horror. "We're lucky it only lasted four hours."
Odyn squeezed Weiss's hand gently, his fiery orange eyes reflecting both contentment and a deeper understanding of what their friends were really asking. "This ceremony was necessary for political reasons and family obligations. But it wasn't necessarily the wedding we would have chosen for ourselves."
"What do you mean?" Blake asked, her feline ears twitching with curiosity.
Weiss and Odyn exchanged a look that conveyed volumes of unspoken communication—the kind of wordless understanding that had developed through months of combat partnership and emotional intimacy.
"We mean," Weiss said carefully, "that today was about duty, diplomacy, and family expectations. All of which were important and necessary. But someday, when the immediate threats have been dealt with and we have the luxury of making purely personal choices..."
"We'd like to have a real wedding," Odyn finished with a smile that was both grateful for today's ceremony and wistful for something more intimate. "Something that's about us and the people who've become our family through choice rather than politics."
Jaune stepped forward with understanding evident in his expression. "You mean after the festival? After we deal with whatever's coming?"
"After we deal with Cinder," Odyn said directly, his voice carrying the tactical certainty that had become his trademark. "The intelligence reports make it clear that she's planning something significant during the tournament. Until that threat is neutralized, none of us can truly focus on personal celebrations."
Pyrrha nodded with solemn agreement. "The security briefings have been increasingly concerning. Whatever her objectives are, they're connected to the festival in ways that make civilian safety a priority."
Nora bounced slightly on her feet, her enthusiasm undimmed by the serious conversation. "So you're saying we get to plan another wedding? An even better wedding?"
"A wedding that's actually about Weiss and Odyn instead of international diplomacy," Ren added with his characteristic quiet wisdom.
Yang grinned with obvious delight at the prospect. "A wedding where we can actually relax and celebrate instead of maintaining tactical awareness for potential terrorist attacks."
"A wedding," Blake said thoughtfully, "where your choices about ceremony, location, and guest list are based on what you want rather than what political protocols require."
Weiss felt tears prick at her eyes—not from sadness, but from gratitude for friends who understood the difference between what today had required and what their hearts truly desired. "Exactly. Today was important, and I'm grateful for it. But someday..."
"Someday," Odyn continued, "we'd like to stand in front of the people who've become our family and make promises that are about our future together, not about alliance treaties and diplomatic objectives."
"A wedding with Team RWBY as bridesmaids instead of honor guard," Ruby said with silver eyes bright with anticipated joy.
"A wedding where Roy can give a best man speech without worrying about international incident implications," Yang added with a laugh.
"A wedding where Nora can plan festivities that don't have to accommodate royal dietary restrictions," Jaune said, earning a grateful look from the hyperactive redhead.
"A wedding," Weiss said softly, "where my father's approval or disapproval is irrelevant because the only opinions that matter are ours and yours."
The promise hung in the air between them, carrying weight that went beyond mere future party planning. It was a commitment to each other and to their chosen family that when the current crisis passed—and they all believed it would pass, because the alternative was unacceptable—they would celebrate properly.
"So we deal with Cinder first," Odyn said with the kind of tactical certainty that had made him an effective leader.
"We protect the festival and innocent people," Weiss added, her own strategic mind engaging with the priorities.
"We support each other through whatever's coming," Ruby said with the determined optimism that had become Team RWBY's signature approach to overwhelming odds.
"And then," Yang declared with a grin that promised epic celebrations, "we throw the best wedding party in the history of Remnant."
"Deal," Odyn and Weiss said simultaneously, their voices carrying both determination for the challenges ahead and anticipation for the joy that would follow.
Growing Connections
As the formal reception activities concluded and the various teams began to disperse toward their evening routines, the subtle romantic dynamics that Princess Lyra had observed continued to develop in quieter corners of the celebration.
Roy and Ruby found themselves walking together toward Team RWBY's dormitory, their conversation flowing with the easy comfort of two people who had discovered genuine compatibility beneath the diplomatic protocol that had brought them together.
"I hope today wasn't too overwhelming," Roy said with the considerate attentiveness that marked him as both a skilled diplomat and someone genuinely concerned about Ruby's comfort. "Royal ceremonies can be intimidating even for those accustomed to public attention."
Ruby's response carried both honesty and gratitude. "It was overwhelming, but in a good way. Seeing Weiss so happy, meeting your family, watching her become part of something larger than just our team... it was beautiful."
"She's fortunate to have friends who care so much about her happiness," Roy observed, his violet eyes reflecting appreciation for the bonds he'd witnessed. "The support you've shown throughout this entire process speaks well of your character."
"Weiss is family," Ruby replied simply, then paused as she realized the implications of her statement. "I suppose that makes us family too, in a way."
The observation hung between them, carrying possibilities that neither of them were quite ready to articulate but both found intriguing.
"Family is often about choice rather than blood," Roy agreed thoughtfully. "The connections we build through shared experiences and mutual support can be as strong as any traditional kinship."
They walked in comfortable silence for several minutes, both processing the events of the day and the implications of their developing friendship. The security concerns that shadowed every public gathering at Beacon were temporarily set aside in favor of the simple pleasure of compatible company.
"Roy," Ruby said eventually, her voice carrying the kind of tentative curiosity that indicated she was approaching something important. "Would you like to have coffee tomorrow? I know the tournament continues, and there are probably diplomatic obligations, but..."
"I'd love to," Roy replied immediately, his diplomatic composure cracking to reveal genuine enthusiasm. "Perhaps you could show me some of Vale's local establishments? I've been curious about the civilian perspective on the festival."
Ruby's smile was radiant with anticipation. "It's a date. I mean, it's a... diplomatic cultural exchange meeting."
"Of course," Roy agreed with amusement that suggested he was perfectly comfortable with whatever they chose to call their developing relationship. "Diplomatic cultural exchange. With coffee."
Security Briefing Updates
In Beacon's secure conference room, the day's intelligence reports painted a picture that was both reassuring and concerning. The wedding had proceeded without incident, but the various security agencies had noted several developments that required careful analysis.
"No direct threats materialized during the ceremony," General Ironwood reported to the assembled leadership. "However, surveillance detected multiple individuals conducting reconnaissance activities that suggest larger operational planning."
Supreme Commander Lailah stepped forward with the kind of military precision that commanded immediate attention. "Dark elven intelligence networks have identified increased communication activity among known hostile organizations. The patterns suggest coordination for an operation timed to coincide with the tournament's later phases."
Professor Ozpin nodded gravely, his tactical mind processing the implications. "The festival provides both cover and opportunity for hostile action. Our challenge is maintaining security without disrupting the legitimate celebration that draws international participation."
Professor Goodwitch consulted her tactical displays, which showed defensive positions and response protocols across multiple venues. "Student safety remains our primary concern. The teams participating in the tournament represent the next generation of Huntsman leadership—they cannot be allowed to become casualties of larger political conflicts."
Qrow, who had arrived late to the briefing after his conversation with Khanna, provided intelligence that added another layer to their understanding. "Street-level observation suggests civilian populations are becoming aware that something significant is developing. The mood in Vale's public areas has shifted toward anticipation mixed with concern."
"Civilian awareness can be advantageous or problematic depending on how it manifests," Lailah observed with military pragmatism. "Prepared populations can assist in security efforts, but panic can create additional chaos that hostile forces might exploit."
The briefing continued with detailed analysis of threat vectors, response protocols, and coordination between multiple security agencies. The underlying message was clear: whatever Cinder and her allies were planning, it was significant enough to require comprehensive preparation from all available defensive resources.
A Mother's Revelation
In the quiet privacy of guest quarters assigned to the dark elven delegation, Lailah finally had the opportunity for the conversation she had been anticipating since her arrival at Beacon. The formal obligations of the wedding ceremony and security coordination were complete, leaving space for the more personal matter that had brought additional weight to her mission.
Khanna arrived at the specified location with the punctuality that marked her professional training, though her emotional state was clearly complex following her earlier conversation with Qrow. The revelation of her parentage had fundamentally shifted her understanding of her own identity and relationships.
"Commander," Khanna said formally, using the military address that had defined their relationship throughout her training years.
"Khanna," Lailah replied, her military bearing softening to reveal the maternal warmth she had kept carefully contained for seventeen years. "I think it's time we had a conversation about identity, heritage, and the future that awaits you."
The room they occupied was elegant but private, furnished with the kind of comfortable seating that encouraged extended conversation. Lailah had chosen the location carefully—formal enough to acknowledge the significance of their discussion, but intimate enough to allow for the emotional honesty that had been impossible under their previous professional relationship.
"Qrow told me," Khanna said quietly, her voice carrying the complex emotions of someone whose entire understanding of family had been recontextualized in a single conversation. "He told me that you're my mother, that the decisions about my upbringing were made for security reasons, that you've been watching my development while maintaining professional distance."
Lailah nodded, her pale blue eyes reflecting years of carefully contained maternal pride and concern. "Every report about your progress, every evaluation of your tactical capabilities, every assessment of your leadership potential—I've read them all. I've watched you grow into someone who honors both your Branwen heritage and your dark elven bloodline, even without knowing the full truth about either."
"Why now?" Khanna asked, echoing the question she had posed to Qrow. "Why reveal this during a wedding, in the middle of a festival, when everything else is complicated?"
Lailah stepped closer to her daughter, her military bearing giving way to parental vulnerability. "Because you're about to face challenges that require you to understand exactly who you are and what resources you have access to. The intelligence we've gathered about Cinder's plans suggests that the coming conflict will require every capable leader to operate at their full potential."
"And knowing about my parents changes my capabilities?" Khanna asked with the tactical directness she had inherited from both sides of her family.
"Knowing about your heritage means understanding that you're not just a promising student or even just a skilled Huntress-in-training," Lailah replied with military certainty. "You're the heir to the Supreme Command of the Dark Elven Royal Vanguard, trained from childhood in combat methods that combine Branwen versatility with dark elven tactical doctrine. When the crisis comes—and it will come—that combination of skills and knowledge will be essential."
The weight of that statement settled between them, carrying implications about duty, responsibility, and the expectations that came with royal bloodline.
"I'm scared," Khanna admitted with honesty that would have been impossible under their previous professional relationship. "About living up to both heritages, about the responsibilities that come with this knowledge, about whether I'm strong enough to be what everyone needs me to be."
Lailah's response was immediate and maternal. "You're already stronger than either your father or I were at your age. The way you've handled your training without knowing the full truth about your background, the leadership you've demonstrated during crisis situations, the tactical coordination you've achieved with teams from different kingdoms—you've proven yourself worthy of both bloodlines."
For the first time in seventeen years, Lailah embraced her daughter not as a commanding officer acknowledging a subordinate's achievements, but as a mother expressing love and pride for her child.
"I've missed so much," Lailah said quietly, her voice carrying the regret that came from years of necessary but painful distance. "Your first successful hunt, your acceptance to Beacon, the friendships you've built, the person you've become—I've watched it all from afar, proud but unable to share in your accomplishments as your mother."
"We have time now," Khanna replied, her own voice thick with emotion. "Whatever comes next, we have time to build a relationship that goes beyond military protocols."
"Yes," Lailah agreed, "we do. But first, we help protect the people and institutions we care about. Then we have all the time we need to be a family."
The promise carried the weight of both military commitment and maternal love, acknowledging the priorities that would shape their immediate future while looking forward to the personal relationship they both desired.
Tournament Analysis
The following morning brought both routine tournament activities and underlying tensions that affected every participant and spectator. The matches continued with the pageantry and excitement that drew international attention to the Vytal Festival, but those with tactical awareness could detect the careful positioning of security personnel and the subtle changes in protocol that indicated heightened threat levels.
Team RWBY gathered in their dormitory room for their pre-match briefing, though their conversation inevitably turned to the larger context surrounding the tournament.
"The crowds seem different today," Blake observed, her enhanced senses detecting subtle changes in civilian mood and energy. "More anticipation, more underlying tension."
"People know something's building," Yang agreed, her tactical instincts engaging with the atmospheric changes. "They might not know what, but the security presence and general alertness are affecting everyone's experience."
Ruby consulted her scroll, reviewing both tournament schedules and the security updates they had been receiving as participants in the festival. "We're scheduled for the quarterfinals tomorrow if we advance past today's match. But honestly, the tournament feels secondary to whatever else is developing."
"It doesn't feel secondary to the teams we're competing against," Weiss pointed out with practical wisdom. "We need to maintain our competitive focus while remaining alert to larger threats. Divided attention helps no one."
Their analysis was interrupted by a communication from Team OHRZ, indicating that additional intelligence had become available regarding potential threats to the festival. The message was brief but clear: tactical briefing in one hour, all teams to attend.
As they prepared for what was likely to be a concerning update on the security situation, each member of Team RWBY found themselves balancing competitive excitement for their upcoming matches against growing awareness that the tournament itself might become secondary to more dangerous developments.
The festival that had begun as a celebration of international cooperation and Huntsman excellence was evolving into something that would test every participant's ability to protect innocent people while achieving their own objectives. The balance between personal goals and larger responsibilities would define not just the tournament results, but potentially the future of the kingdoms themselves.
Looking Forward
As a new chapter drew to its close, the various threads of personal relationship, political alliance, and emerging threat had woven together into a tapestry that promised both celebration and conflict in the chapters ahead. The wedding had succeeded in its multiple objectives—creating genuine happiness for Odyn and Weiss while strengthening international bonds that would prove essential in the trials to come.
The promise of a future wedding, planned in peace and focused on personal joy rather than diplomatic necessity, provided both motivation and hope for everyone involved. The growing connections between individuals from different kingdoms represented the kind of organic alliance-building that formal treaties could only approximate.
Sister's Arrival
The distinctive sound of Atlesian military aircraft cut through the morning air above Beacon Academy, drawing the attention of students and faculty alike. Ruby Rose looked up from her breakfast conversation with Roy, her silver eyes tracking the sleek white airship as it maneuvered toward the academy's landing platforms.
"That's Winter's ship," Weiss said with unmistakable excitement, rising from her seat at the dining hall table where she had been sharing a post-wedding breakfast with her new husband and their friends. Her pale blue eyes sparkled with anticipation as she watched the aircraft execute a perfect landing sequence.
Odyn placed a gentle hand on his wife's shoulder, his fiery orange eyes reflecting understanding and support. "Go. We'll handle the morning briefings. Your sister's visit is important."
"Are you sure?" Weiss asked, torn between her desire to see Winter and her responsibilities to the various security meetings that had become routine since the wedding.
"Absolutely," Roy added with diplomatic grace, though his attention remained partially focused on Ruby's animated reaction to the arriving aircraft. "Family reunions shouldn't be delayed for tactical briefings."
"Ruby, come with me?" Weiss asked her team leader, her excitement making her seem younger than her usual composed demeanor suggested.
"Of course!" Ruby replied with enthusiasm, though she paused to address Roy with a slight blush. "Our coffee meeting might have to wait until this afternoon."
"I'll be available whenever works best for you," Roy replied with the kind of patient courtesy that made Ruby's smile brighten considerably.
Yang watched the exchange with obvious amusement. "Ruby's got it bad for the prince. This is adorable."
"Yang!" Ruby protested as she followed Weiss toward the landing platforms, her crimson cape fluttering behind her.
Blake shook her head with fond exasperation. "Those two are completely oblivious to how obvious they're being."
"Young love," Odyn observed with the wisdom of someone who had recently navigated similar emotional territory. "It has its own timeline and logic."
Cold Reception
Winter Schnee emerged from her 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 professional competence and personal reserve in equal measure. Behind her, a complement of Atlesian Knight-200 androids maintained formation with mechanical precision.
"Winter!" Weiss called out with genuine joy as she approached her older sister, Ruby following a respectful few steps behind.
Winter's initial response was notably cooler than Weiss had anticipated. Her pale blue eyes—so similar to Weiss's own—assessed her younger sister with what appeared to be professional evaluation rather than familial warmth.
"Weiss," Winter said formally, her military bearing unchanged despite the personal nature of their reunion. "I trust your recent... activities haven't interfered with your academic performance?"
The dismissive tone caught Weiss off guard, her excitement dampening as she recognized the familiar pattern of Winter's emotional distance during times of stress or official duty.
"Activities?" Weiss repeated, her voice carrying a note of hurt confusion. "You mean my wedding? My participation in the Vytal Festival?"
"Your performance in the festival has been adequate," Winter replied with the kind of clinical assessment that suggested she had reviewed detailed reports. "Though your tactical coordination could use refinement. The Mountain Glenn incident revealed several areas where your decision-making remained... novice level."
Ruby felt her protective instincts engage at Winter's critical tone, though she maintained respectful silence out of recognition that this was a family matter.
"Novice?" Weiss's voice carried both hurt and growing anger. "Winter, we successfully completed a mission that saved hundreds of lives and prevented a massive Grimm breach. Our tactical coordination was effective under extreme pressure."
Winter's expression remained unchanged, though observant watchers might have detected subtle signs of internal conflict beneath her professional composure. "Effective, perhaps, but inefficient. Atlas military protocols would have achieved the same results with fewer resources and less risk exposure."
The criticism stung, particularly coming from someone whose approval Weiss had always sought. Her excitement at seeing Winter was rapidly being replaced by the familiar frustration of trying to measure up to impossible standards.
"Why are you here, Winter?" Weiss asked directly, her own military training asserting itself in response to her sister's coldness. "And for how long?"
"That information is classified," Winter replied curtly, her stance suggesting the conversation was concluded from her perspective.
Unexpected Warmth
But something in Weiss's expression—perhaps the combination of hurt and determination that Winter recognized from their childhood—caused the older Schnee sister's demeanor to shift. Her military bearing softened slightly, revealing glimpses of the concern and affection she usually kept carefully contained.
"Weiss," Winter said more gently, stepping closer to her sister with visible effort to set aside professional protocols. "Are you... are you happy? With your choices, your marriage, your position here at Beacon?"
The question was asked with genuine concern, revealing that beneath Winter's cold exterior lay deep worry about her sister's wellbeing and future.
"I am," Weiss replied honestly, her own defensive posture relaxing in response to Winter's change in tone. "Happier than I ever imagined I could be. Odyn is wonderful, my teammates have become family, and I'm finally building a life based on my own choices rather than Father's expectations."
Winter nodded slowly, her pale eyes reflecting complex emotions. "Good. That's... that's what matters most."
The moment of vulnerability passed quickly as Winter reasserted her professional composure, but the brief glimpse of sisterly concern had reestablished the emotional connection between them.
"Winter," Weiss said carefully, "I'd like you to meet someone important to me. Ruby Rose, my team leader and one of my dearest friends."
Ruby stepped forward with characteristic enthusiasm, though she maintained appropriate respect for Winter's obvious military authority. "It's an honor to meet you, Specialist Schnee. Weiss talks about you all the time."
Winter studied Ruby with sharp assessment, taking in details that spoke to both combat capability and leadership potential despite her youth. "Miss Rose. Your reputation precedes you. The reports of your performance during recent crisis situations have been... noteworthy."
"Thank you, ma'am," Ruby replied, though she wasn't entirely sure whether Winter's statement was complimentary or merely observational.
"Take care of my sister," Winter said quietly, her words carrying weight that went beyond casual pleasantries. "She values your friendship more than you might realize."
Before either Ruby or Weiss could respond to the unexpected statement, Winter's attention was drawn by a commotion near the main courtyard.
Qrow's Dramatic Entrance
The sound of breaking metal and electrical discharge indicated that something had gone seriously wrong with the Atlesian Knight-200 units that had been maintaining security positions around the landing platforms. Two of the androids lay in pieces, their systems sparking and failing as a figure in a dark cloak stood among the wreckage.
"Well, well," Qrow Branwen said with characteristic casual confidence, his red eyes gleaming with what might have been amusement as he surveyed the destroyed androids. "Atlas security still can't tell the difference between protection and oppression."
Winter's reaction was immediate and furious. Her hand moved to her sword hilt as she recognized both the voice and the implications of the destroyed military hardware.
"Qrow Branwen," she said with ice-cold anger, her military training engaging with the threat assessment protocols that marked him as a significant danger to both personnel and equipment. "Still compensating for your failures with pointless destruction?"
"Failures?" Qrow laughed, the sound carrying bitter amusement. "That's rich coming from someone whose boss sold out Ozpin for political convenience. Tell me, Ice Queen, does Jimmy's boot taste as good as it looks?"
The casual disrespect and direct attack on General Ironwood's integrity pushed Winter past her tolerance for verbal sparring. Her sword cleared its sheath with practiced speed, the blade gleaming in the morning sunlight as she took an aggressive stance.
"General Ironwood is protecting the people of Vale through decisive action," Winter declared, her voice carrying military authority alongside personal offense. "Unlike certain individuals who contribute nothing but chaos and criticism."
Qrow's response was to draw Harbinger, his transforming weapon shifting into its sword configuration with mechanical precision. His stance was deceptively casual, but those with combat experience could recognize the deadly competence it concealed.
"Protecting people?" Qrow's tone turned mocking. "Is that what we're calling military occupation now? Because from where I stand, it looks like Atlas is preparing for war, not peace."
The Battle Begins
What followed was a demonstration of why both Winter Schnee and Qrow Branwen were considered among the most dangerous combatants in their respective kingdoms. Winter's fighting style was precision incarnate—each strike calculated for maximum effect, each defensive maneuver economical and purposeful. Her Glyphs provided tactical advantages that she exploited with military efficiency.
Qrow's approach was more chaotic but equally effective. His combat style incorporated elements of unpredictability that made him difficult to counter, while his weapon's transforming capabilities allowed him to adapt to changing tactical situations with fluid grace.
The courtyard became their battlefield, with students and faculty scrambling for safety as two master-level combatants engaged in what appeared to be a serious attempt to inflict actual harm on each other.
"This is incredible," Ruby whispered as she watched from what she hoped was a safe distance, her silver eyes tracking movements almost too fast to follow. "They're both amazing fighters."
"This is terrifying," Weiss corrected, her tactical mind processing the potential for collateral damage as the fight intensified. "They're going to destroy half the academy if they keep this up."
Winter's ice-based attacks clashed with Qrow's more direct assault techniques, creating a spectacular display of combat artistry that drew applause from some of the watching students despite the obvious danger.
But the fight was interrupted before either combatant could achieve a decisive advantage.
Authority Intervenes
"Winter! Stand down!"
General Ironwood's voice cut through the combat with the authority of someone accustomed to immediate obedience. His arrival at the courtyard was accompanied by Professor Ozpin and Glynda Goodwitch, both of whom radiated the kind of controlled displeasure that indicated serious consequences were forthcoming.
Winter's response was immediate military compliance, her sword lowering as she stepped back from combat stance despite the obvious frustration at being interrupted mid-engagement.
Qrow, characteristically, took longer to disengage, his weapon remaining ready as he assessed the new arrivals with tactical awareness that suggested he was prepared for the confrontation to expand rather than conclude.
"James," Qrow said with casual disrespect that made Winter's jaw clench. "Still teaching your people to follow orders without thinking? That's worked out so well recently."
"Qrow," Professor Ozpin intervened before Ironwood could respond to the provocation, "perhaps we could continue this discussion in a more private setting?"
Glynda stepped forward with her characteristic blend of authority and exasperation. "All students return to your dormitories or scheduled activities. This demonstration is concluded."
Her telekinetic abilities began repairing the damage caused by the fight, though her expression suggested she was far from pleased with the behavior of the adults involved.
As the crowd dispersed under Glynda's direction, the tension between the various authority figures remained palpable. Winter maintained her military bearing, but her obvious anger at being prevented from concluding the fight created an undercurrent of frustration that affected everyone present.
Evening Briefing
That evening, Ozpin's office became the site of a meeting that would shape the understanding of threats facing all four kingdoms. The participants—Ironwood, Winter, Qrow, Glynda, and Ozpin—represented different approaches to the challenges ahead, and their conflicting philosophies created tension that went beyond personal animosity.
Winter and Qrow's mutual blame for the afternoon's altercation provided an immediate source of friction, though both were professional enough to focus on larger issues when directed by their respective superiors.
"Winter, you're dismissed," Ironwood said after the initial recriminations had been addressed. "Return to your quarters and prepare for tomorrow's security briefings."
Winter's salute was precise and professional, though her expression suggested she was far from satisfied with being excluded from whatever discussion would follow her departure.
With Winter gone, the remaining four could address matters that required higher security clearances and deeper understanding of the threats they faced.
"The infiltrator at Beacon," Qrow began without preamble, his casual demeanor replaced by professional seriousness, "is the same individual responsible for what happened to Amber."
The statement carried weight that made everyone present understand they were discussing matters of critical importance to kingdom security.
"You're certain?" Ozpin asked, though his tone suggested he had suspected the connection.
"I've been tracking her activities for months," Qrow confirmed. "The things she's created, the fear she's spreading—it's all connected to a larger plan that targets the foundations of our society."
Ironwood leaned forward, his tactical mind engaging with the intelligence implications. "What kind of things?"
"Grimm," Qrow replied grimly. "But not natural ones. Enhanced, controlled, directed with intelligence and purpose. And that's just what I've been able to confirm directly."
The revelation hung in the air, carrying implications that recontextualized every security concern they had been discussing.
Glynda's expression tightened with understanding of the threat level they were facing. "Controlled Grimm represent a paradigm shift in how we approach defense of civilian populations."
"Which is why my fleet is necessary," Ironwood declared, his voice carrying conviction born of military experience. "The people need to see that their leaders are taking decisive action to protect them."
Ozpin shook his head slowly, his wisdom born of centuries of experience with human nature and Grimm behavior. "James, visible military force creates the appearance of conflict. Fear and anxiety attract Grimm more effectively than almost any other factor. Your fleet may be creating the very problem it's intended to solve."
"Then what do you suggest?" Ironwood challenged. "Wait for this infiltrator to complete whatever plan she's implementing while we maintain the illusion of normalcy?"
"I suggest," Ozpin replied with quiet authority, "that we find a Guardian. Someone who can provide genuine protection and reassurance rather than the appearance of military control."
The debate continued late into the evening, with each participant bringing their own perspective to bear on challenges that had no easy solutions.
Enemy Intelligence
In a Vale safe house that had been carefully selected for its anonymity and strategic advantages, Cinder Fall received Mercury Black's report about the day's events with the kind of calm analysis that marked her as a master manipulator.
"Qrow Branwen is in Vale," Mercury reported, his tone suggesting he understood the significance of the intelligence. "He engaged Winter Schnee in combat at Beacon Academy. Whatever mission he's been on, he's back and reporting to Ozpin."
Emerald looked up from the surveillance equipment she had been monitoring, her expression carrying concern about the implications. "Should we be worried? His reputation suggests he could be a significant threat to our operations."
Cinder considered the information with the tactical assessment that had made her successful in previous operations. "Qrow's presence is noteworthy, but not necessarily problematic. Our identities remain secure, and our plan is too advanced to be disrupted by conventional investigation methods."
She moved to the advanced computer system that had become the center of their intelligence operations, her fingers dancing across controls that accessed systems throughout Vale's communication networks.
"The virus I placed in the CCT tower continues to function perfectly," Cinder continued with satisfaction. "I have complete control over tournament match-ups, communication intercepts, and most importantly..."
Her screen displayed General Ironwood's personal scroll information, acquired during his interface with Beacon's network systems during the evening meeting.
"Access to Atlas military intelligence," she concluded with a smile that promised unpleasant consequences for her enemies.
Emerald studied the displayed information with growing understanding of their expanded capabilities. "With access to Ironwood's systems, we can anticipate their defensive responses and counter them before they become effective."
"Precisely," Cinder agreed, then turned her attention to the tournament scheduling system. "But first, let's give the crowd something to remember. The next doubles match should be... educational."
Her manipulations of the tournament brackets would pit Emerald and Mercury against Coco and Yatsuhashi of Team CFVY—a matchup that would provide both spectacle and strategic advantage.
"Let's give the crowd a good fight," Cinder murmured as she finalized the arrangements, her tone carrying promises of violence and deception that would serve her larger objectives.
Team Reactions
Back in Beacon's dormitories, the various teams processed the day's events with reactions that ranged from concern to tactical analysis to personal worry about the escalating tensions.
Team RWBY had gathered in their room for what had become their routine evening debrief, though the day's dramatic events provided more material than usual for discussion.
"Winter seemed... different," Weiss said quietly as she sat on her bed, still processing her sister's cold initial reception and subsequent moments of warmth. "More distant than usual, but also more worried."
"She's dealing with classified information and military pressures we don't know about," Blake observed with the kind of insight that came from experience with complex family dynamics. "Sometimes people become cold when they're trying to protect others from things they can't discuss."
Yang nodded agreement while working on maintaining her gauntlets. "Plus, that fight with Qrow was intense. They both seemed to be fighting for real, not just showing off."
"Uncle Qrow looked angry," Ruby added with concern for her mentor and surrogate father figure. "Not playful angry, but actually angry about something important."
Their conversation was interrupted by a communication from Team OHRZ, requesting a joint meeting to discuss security implications of the day's events.
In the OHRZ dormitory, the discussion centered on the tactical implications of the various authority figures' evident disagreement about how to handle emerging threats.
"The conflict between Ironwood and Ozpin represents a fundamental disagreement about defensive philosophy," Odyn observed with the strategic thinking that marked his royal training. "Atlas favors visible deterrence, while Ozpin prefers subtle preparation."
Roy nodded agreement, his diplomatic instincts engaging with the political implications. "Both approaches have merit, but the disagreement between them creates vulnerabilities that hostile forces might exploit."
Hailfire's vanguard training provided tactical perspective on the military considerations. "Winter's combat capabilities are impressive, but Qrow's fighting style suggests deep experience with unconventional warfare. Their conflict may reflect larger doctrinal differences between their respective organizations."
Zero's analytical mind processed the technical aspects of what they had observed. "The destroyed android units indicate that Qrow's capabilities include advanced anti-technology warfare. This suggests preparation for conflicts involving Atlas military systems."
KABFL's Analysis
Team KABFL gathered in their common area to discuss both the day's events and the larger implications of Khanna's recent family revelations. The combination of personal and tactical considerations created a complex emotional landscape.
"The conflict between Winter and Qrow felt personal," Khanna observed, her newly revealed parentage giving her additional insight into her father's motivations and methods. "But it was also tactical. They were testing each other's capabilities."
Aiko's enhanced senses had picked up on emotional undercurrents during the fight that others might have missed. "There was respect there, underneath the anger. They know each other well enough to anticipate each other's techniques."
Baron's protective instincts focused on the security implications for their friends and teammates. "If authority figures are fighting among themselves, it suggests they're under pressure from threats we haven't been fully briefed on."
Flare's Majin heritage gave her insight into the emotional complexities affecting everyone involved. "Stress makes people react in ways that don't always reflect their true intentions. Winter's coldness toward Weiss might be protective rather than genuinely dismissive."
Lazuli's android capabilities allowed her to process multiple data streams simultaneously. "The pattern of events suggests coordination among hostile forces. The timing of various incidents isn't coincidental."
SSGS's Perspective
Team SSGS approached the day's events from the perspective of royal siblings who understood both the political implications and the personal dynamics involved in family relationships complicated by duty and responsibility.
"Winter's behavior toward Weiss reflects the challenge of maintaining family connections while fulfilling military obligations," Sarai observed with the wisdom that came from her own experience balancing royal duties with personal relationships. "Sometimes distance is meant to protect rather than reject."
Scarlett's Saiyan combat instincts had been engaged by the impressive display of fighting skills. "Both Winter and Qrow are warrior-class combatants. Their conflict suggests they're preparing for something that requires that level of capability."
Giblet and Shallot exchanged the kind of wordless communication that marked their close relationship as brothers and training partners. "The tactical situation is deteriorating," Giblet observed. "Authority figures fighting among themselves indicates external pressure that's affecting internal unity."
"We need to be prepared for scenarios where normal command structures might be compromised," Shallot added with military pragmatism.
Looking Forward
As the evening progressed and the various teams settled into their routines, the underlying tension that had marked the day's events continued to affect everyone's preparations for what lay ahead. The tournament would continue, with matches that promised both spectacle and strategic significance, but the larger context suggested that competition results might become secondary to survival requirements.
The revelation of Cinder's expanded capabilities, combined with the evidence of disagreement among the defending forces, created a situation where personal relationships, political alliances, and combat effectiveness would all be tested under extreme pressure.
Winter's visit had provided both joy and concern for Weiss, while raising questions about Atlas's true intentions and capabilities. Qrow's dramatic return had brought new intelligence about the threats they faced, but had also highlighted the fractures in their defensive coordination.
The stage was set for conflicts that would determine not just tournament outcomes, but the future of the kingdoms and the safety of everyone they cared about protecting.
Lailah and Qrow's Reunion - A Marriage Revealed
The Unexpected Encounter
The aftermath of Qrow's confrontation with Winter had left Beacon Academy's courtyard in a state of controlled chaos. As students were directed back to their dormitories and the damaged Atlesian Knights were cleared away, the various authority figures began making their way toward what would undoubtedly be a tense meeting in Ozpin's office.
Qrow was the last to leave the courtyard, his casual confidence unchanged despite the administrative consequences that would likely follow his destruction of Atlas military property. He transformed Harbinger back to its compact form and secured it with the practiced ease of someone who had spent decades making such transitions between combat readiness and social acceptability.
What he didn't expect was to find Supreme Commander Lailah of the Dark Elven Royal Vanguard waiting for him in the shadowed alcove between Beacon's main administrative building and the student dormitories. Her pale blue eyes fixed on him with an expression that combined relief, exasperation, and something deeper that spoke to years of shared experience and mutual understanding.
"Qrow Branwen," she said, her military bearing unchanged but her voice carrying undertones that would have been undetectable to anyone who didn't know her intimately. "Still making dramatic entrances and leaving others to clean up the political fallout, I see."
Qrow's response was immediate recognition and the kind of relaxation that came from encountering someone who knew him completely—both his strengths and his flaws—and had chosen to love him despite everything.
"Lailah," he replied, his casual confidence softening into something more vulnerable and genuine. "I wasn't sure you'd want to see me after the way I left things the last time we were both in Vale."
"The last time you were in Vale," Lailah corrected with military precision, "you disappeared for three months on a reconnaissance mission without bothering to inform your wife of your departure timeline or expected return date."
The word 'wife' hung in the air between them, carrying weight that neither of them had acknowledged publicly in years. Their marriage had been conducted in secret, with operational security requirements making any public acknowledgment inadvisable for both their positions and their safety.
"I left a message," Qrow protested, though his tone suggested he knew the argument was weak.
"'Gone hunting, back when the job's done' is not a message," Lailah replied with the kind of exasperated affection that marked long-term relationships. "It's the communication equivalent of your semblance—unpredictable, potentially dangerous, and guaranteed to cause problems for everyone around you."
Despite the criticism, she stepped closer to him, her pale blue eyes searching his face for signs of injury or exhaustion that might indicate the true scope of whatever mission had kept him away.
"You look terrible," she observed with clinical assessment that carried underlying concern. "When was the last time you slept? Ate a proper meal? Maintained basic personal hygiene?"
"Nice to see you too, sweetheart," Qrow replied with characteristic deflection, though he made no effort to step away from her proximity or her assessment.
A Warrior's Affection
Lailah's response was swift and telling. Her hand moved to his collar, ostensibly to adjust the disheveled fabric but actually to pull him closer for the kind of physical contact they had both been missing during his extended absence.
"Don't you 'sweetheart' me, Qrow Branwen," she said with mock severity, though her actions contradicted her stern tone. "You've been gone for months, destroying government property and starting fights with Atlas Specialists, and now you show up looking like you've been living in taverns and sleeping in alleys."
"Some of my best work happens in taverns and alleys," Qrow pointed out with the kind of logic that had probably contributed to many of their previous arguments.
"Your best work," Lailah corrected, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone, "happens when you remember that you're not just a lone operative anymore. When you remember that your actions affect people who care about you and depend on your survival."
Her hands moved to straighten his cloak and check for obvious injuries with the practiced efficiency of someone who had done this many times before. But the thoroughness of her inspection spoke to deeper concerns about his wellbeing.
"I remember why I married you," Qrow said quietly, his red eyes meeting her pale blue ones with an honesty that cut through both their defensive mechanisms. "You're the only person who's ever been strong enough to call me on my bullshit while still believing I'm worth the effort."
"And I remember why I agreed to marry you," Lailah replied, her military bearing softening to reveal the woman beneath the commander. "You're the only person who's ever looked at my responsibilities, my position, my dedication to duty, and decided that loving me was worth navigating all the complications that come with it."
The exchange was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps, but neither of them moved apart. If anything, Lailah's protective instincts seemed to engage as she positioned herself slightly in front of Qrow—not because he needed protection, but because their reunion had reawakened the territorial aspects of their relationship.
Unwitting Witnesses
Professor Glynda Goodwitch rounded the corner first, her expression still carrying the exasperation that had marked her response to the earlier fight. Behind her came General Ironwood and Professor Ozpin, both clearly intent on collecting Qrow for the security briefing that had been interrupted by his dramatic arrival.
What they found was a scene that fundamentally altered their understanding of the relationships and alliances that shaped the political landscape around them.
Lailah, Supreme Commander of the Dark Elven Royal Vanguard, stood in intimate proximity to Qrow Branwen, their body language and interaction patterns speaking to a connection that went far beyond professional acquaintance or diplomatic cooperation.
"Qrow," Glynda began, then stopped as she processed the implications of what she was observing. "Supreme Commander Lailah. I wasn't aware that you two were... acquainted."
"Acquainted," Lailah repeated with dry amusement, her pale blue eyes meeting Glynda's with the kind of direct honesty that characterized military communication. "Professor Goodwitch, I believe the appropriate term would be 'married.'"
The statement landed with the impact of a tactical explosive, fundamentally altering everyone's understanding of the alliances and relationships that had been shaping recent events.
General Ironwood's military mind immediately began processing the intelligence implications. "Married? For how long?"
"Eighteen years," Qrow replied with his characteristic casual delivery of information that carried significant weight. "Give or take a few months for the times when we weren't speaking to each other."
Professor Ozpin's ancient wisdom allowed him to maintain his composure better than his colleagues, though his expression suggested he was rapidly reassessing various decisions and conversations in light of this new information.
"Eighteen years," he repeated thoughtfully. "This explains certain coordination patterns I had noted between Branwen clan activities and Dark Elven intelligence operations."
"It also explains," Glynda said with growing understanding, "why certain security arrangements seemed to be implemented with information that exceeded our stated intelligence gathering capabilities."
Lailah nodded with military acknowledgment of their deductive reasoning. "My husband's tendency toward independent operation sometimes requires... supplementary support to ensure his survival and effectiveness."
"Your husband," Ironwood said, his tone suggesting he was still processing the political implications, "has access to classified Atlas military intelligence through marriage to a foreign military commander?"
"I have access to Atlas military intelligence," Qrow corrected with characteristic bluntness, "because Jimmy's security is about as effective as his diplomatic tact. Lailah just makes sure I don't get myself killed while I'm using information that Atlas considers classified."
Operational History
The conversation that followed revealed years of coordinated activities that had remained invisible to most official channels. Lailah and Qrow's marriage had created an informal but highly effective intelligence sharing network that had contributed to the security of all four kingdoms while remaining completely off the books of any government agency.
"The Branwen clan's intelligence gathering has always been remarkably comprehensive," Ozpin observed with new understanding of the resource networks that had been available to them. "I had attributed this to Qrow's natural aptitude for reconnaissance and investigation."
"Qrow's natural aptitude," Lailah said with fond exasperation, "is for getting himself into dangerous situations with inadequate planning and insufficient backup. His intelligence gathering success rate is due to my insistence on proper mission support and extraction protocols."
"Mission support," Glynda repeated with growing comprehension of the logistical coordination that had been invisible to Beacon's administration. "You've been providing operational assistance for Qrow's activities without official authorization or acknowledgment?"
"Professor Goodwitch," Lailah replied with military directness, "my husband's survival is a matter of personal interest that supersedes most official authorization requirements. Dark Elven resources have been available to support his missions because his success serves our mutual security interests."
Ironwood's tactical mind was processing the implications for Atlas military planning and intelligence assessments. "How much of our tactical planning has been based on intelligence that was actually provided through dark elven networks?"
"More than you'd be comfortable knowing," Qrow replied with characteristic honesty that had probably contributed to various diplomatic tensions over the years.
"But less than you'd need to consider your operational security compromised," Lailah added with diplomatic precision that balanced honesty with reassurance.
Personal Dynamics
As the initial shock of the revelation subsided, the other three began to observe the personal dynamics between Lailah and Qrow that had been hidden for nearly two decades. Their interaction patterns spoke to a relationship that had navigated the complexities of duty, secrecy, and genuine affection while maintaining professional effectiveness for both their respective organizations.
"You mentioned that Khanna is your daughter," Ozpin said carefully, his ancient wisdom allowing him to piece together family connections that had remained invisible. "This would make her the child of two of the most capable operatives in their respective organizations."
"Khanna," Lailah confirmed with maternal pride that she usually kept carefully controlled, "inherited the best qualities from both bloodlines. Her tactical capabilities reflect Branwen adaptability enhanced by Dark Elven strategic training."
"She also inherited her father's tendency to take unnecessary risks," she added with exasperated affection, "and my inclination to overthink tactical problems until they become more complicated than they need to be."
Qrow laughed, the sound carrying genuine happiness that his colleagues rarely heard from him. "She's going to be better than both of us. Stronger, smarter, more balanced. Everything we hoped for when we decided to have a family despite the operational complications."
The pride in his voice was unmistakable, revealing depths of paternal feeling that his casual exterior usually concealed.
Glynda found herself reassessing years of observations about Qrow's behavior and motivations. "Your family responsibilities explain certain patterns in your mission selection and risk assessment that had seemed inconsistent with your stated objectives."
"Hard to take stupid risks when you know there are people depending on you to come home," Qrow agreed with uncharacteristic vulnerability.
"Though he still takes entirely too many risks," Lailah added with the kind of fond criticism that marked long-term relationships. "His definition of 'acceptable mission parameters' would give most military commanders nightmares."
Future Implications
As the conversation continued, it became clear that the revelation of Lailah and Qrow's marriage would have far-reaching implications for how the various allied forces coordinated their response to emerging threats.
"The intelligence networks available through your combined resources," Ironwood observed with growing understanding, "represent capabilities that exceed most official alliance agreements."
"Our intelligence networks," Lailah corrected gently, "represent the kind of cooperation that becomes possible when personal relationships transcend political boundaries. Qrow and I share information because we trust each other completely, not because our governments have negotiated formal agreements."
"Which is why," Qrow added with characteristic directness, "we've been more effective at identifying and countering threats than most official channels. We don't have to wait for diplomatic approval to act on intelligence that indicates immediate danger."
Ozpin nodded slowly, his ancient experience allowing him to appreciate the advantages of informal alliance structures that could respond more quickly than official bureaucracies.
"Your coordination explains several successful operations that had seemed to benefit from unusually effective intelligence preparation," he observed with approval.
"It also explains," Glynda added with new understanding, "why certain defensive strategies seemed to anticipate threats with remarkable accuracy."
The implications for their current security challenges were significant. With Cinder's plans advancing and the festival providing cover for unknown hostile activities, the expanded intelligence capabilities represented by Lailah and Qrow's partnership could prove essential to protecting innocent lives.
"Whatever's coming," Lailah said with military certainty, "we'll face it together. Officially and unofficially, through formal channels and informal networks, as colleagues and as family."
Her pale blue eyes met Qrow's red ones with the kind of understanding that had sustained their relationship through eighteen years of secrecy, separation, and shared danger.
"Together," Qrow agreed, his voice carrying commitment that went beyond mere professional cooperation. "The way it should have been from the beginning."
The reunion had revealed not just a marriage, but a partnership that would reshape how all of them approached the challenges ahead.
Family Secrets
As the initial shock of their marriage revelation began to settle, Lailah's expression grew more serious, her pale blue eyes taking on the weight of someone about to share information that carried significant consequences for everyone present.
"There's something else," she said, her military bearing becoming more pronounced as she addressed the gravity of what she needed to reveal. "Our marriage must remain classified from Yang and Ruby. At least for now."
Qrow's casual demeanor shifted immediately, his red eyes reflecting understanding of the implications even before Lailah continued her explanation.
"I don't understand," Glynda said with the kind of confusion that came from encountering security protocols that seemed to contradict basic family relationship logic. "Why would your marriage need to be kept secret from Qrow's nieces?"
Lailah exchanged a look with Qrow that conveyed years of shared knowledge about sensitive family matters that had required careful management and timing.
"Because," Lailah said carefully, her voice carrying the weight of information that could fundamentally alter multiple people's understanding of their own identities, "there are aspects of Ruby's parentage that remain... complicated. Information that could create significant emotional chaos if revealed prematurely."
Professor Ozpin leaned forward slightly, his ancient wisdom engaging with the implications of family secrets that had apparently been maintained for years. "What kind of complications?"
Lailah's military training had prepared her for delivering difficult intelligence reports, but this conversation required her to balance operational security with the emotional wellbeing of people she had come to care about through her connection to Qrow.
"Ruby's mother, Summer Rose," she began with clinical precision that barely concealed deeper emotional currents, "is still alive."
The statement landed with devastating impact, fundamentally altering everyone's understanding of grief, family relationships, and the assumptions that had shaped years of decisions and emotional development.
"Still alive?" Glynda repeated, her voice carrying the shock that came from discovering that fundamental beliefs about death and loss had been incorrect. "But the mission reports, the memorial service, the years of mourning..."
"Necessary deceptions," Qrow said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of someone who had carried this secret for years while watching his nieces grieve for a mother who wasn't actually dead. "Summer's condition required her to disappear from public knowledge. Her survival had to remain classified for her protection and for the safety of her family."
General Ironwood's military mind immediately engaged with the tactical implications. "What kind of condition requires that level of operational security? What threats necessitated faking the death of a Huntress of Summer Rose's caliber?"
Lailah's response revealed the depth of the crisis that had shaped so many lives. "Summer encountered something during her final mission that left her in a state of magical exhaustion so severe that traditional medical intervention was insufficient. She required specialized care that could only be provided by someone with extensive knowledge of both human physiology and advanced magical healing techniques."
"Someone like a Dark Elven sage," Ozpin said with growing understanding of the connections that had remained hidden.
"Someone exactly like a Dark Elven sage," Lailah confirmed. "Specifically, Raptaryn of the Northern Sanctuaries. He was a student here at Beacon years ago, during Qrow's time at the academy. They were... close friends."
Qrow's expression softened with memories that carried both fondness and complex emotions. "Raptaryn was the most brilliant theoretical magic student Beacon had ever seen. His understanding of life force manipulation and magical healing was unprecedented. He was also..."
"Ruby's biological father," Lailah finished gently, her voice carrying understanding of the emotional weight that revelation would carry for everyone involved.
The second bombshell created another fundamental shift in everyone's understanding of family relationships and identity. Ruby Rose, the young woman who had inherited Qrow's guidance and protection, was not actually related to him by blood but was instead the daughter of a Dark Elven sage who had been maintaining her mother's life for years.
"Ruby doesn't know," Glynda said, her statement carrying both understanding and concern for the emotional implications of such a significant family secret.
"Neither Ruby nor Yang know," Qrow confirmed with visible strain. "Summer's apparent death was traumatic enough for both of them. Learning that she's been alive but unreachable, that Ruby's parentage is completely different from what she believes, that everything they've grieved and processed has been based on necessary lies..."
"The emotional chaos could be devastating," Lailah agreed with clinical assessment that carried underlying compassion. "Ruby's sense of identity, her relationship with Yang, her understanding of her own heritage and abilities—all of it would be fundamentally altered."
Professor Ozpin processed the information with the kind of careful consideration that marked centuries of experience with complex family dynamics and their consequences. "And the timing of this revelation becomes critical given the current security situation."
"Precisely," Lailah said with military acknowledgment of his understanding. "Ruby needs to be emotionally stable and focused for whatever challenges lie ahead. Learning about her true parentage and her mother's survival could create exactly the kind of internal conflict that would compromise her effectiveness when we need her most."
Ironwood's tactical mind was working through the broader implications. "This means Summer Rose has been in Dark Elven territory for years, under the care of someone with extensive magical knowledge and healing capabilities."
"Summer is weak," Lailah said with honest assessment of the medical realities, "but she's alive and slowly recovering. Raptaryn's care has prevented her condition from deteriorating further, though full recovery remains... uncertain."
"Does she know about Ruby's development? Her achievements at Beacon?" Glynda asked with the kind of maternal concern that came from years of watching over students.
"She knows everything," Qrow replied with emotion that revealed how difficult it had been to maintain this separation. "Raptaryn provides regular updates about Ruby's progress, her friendships, her growth as both a Huntress and a person. Summer is incredibly proud of the young woman her daughter has become."
"But she can't see her," Lailah added with understanding of the emotional toll such separation created for everyone involved. "Not until her recovery reaches a point where the reunion wouldn't risk her relapse or create security vulnerabilities for the family."
The weight of maintaining such secrets was evident in both Qrow and Lailah's expressions, revealing years of careful coordination to protect multiple people's emotional wellbeing while managing complex medical and security requirements.
"When will it be appropriate to tell them?" Ozpin asked with the kind of gentle inquiry that acknowledged the difficulty of the decision.
"When the immediate threats have been resolved," Lailah replied with military certainty tempered by maternal concern. "When Ruby and Yang can process this information without the additional stress of combat situations and security crises. When they have the emotional space to ask questions, express their feelings, and begin to understand the reasons behind the decisions that were made."
"And when Summer is strong enough for the reunion," Qrow added quietly. "Because once they know she's alive, nothing will stop Ruby from trying to reach her. And she deserves to see her mother when that meeting happens."
The conversation had revealed not just family secrets, but the careful love and protection that had shaped years of difficult decisions. The truth about Summer Rose's survival and Ruby's parentage would eventually bring healing and reunion, but only when the timing could support emotional honesty rather than create additional trauma.
"Until then," Lailah concluded with quiet authority, "our marriage remains classified, and Ruby's heritage remains protected. Family secrets that serve family welfare."
But beneath the celebration and relationship development, the tactical reality remained clear: Cinder's plans were advancing, and the confrontation that would determine the festival's ultimate outcome—and potentially the balance of power among the kingdoms—was approaching with each passing day.
To be continued in Chapter 24: Odyn & Weiss; 1st outing