Weiss x Vernal (Womanising a maiden)

Weiss awoke inside of a cage with a terrible pain in her forehead. The last thing she remembers before being kicked **** by bandits was crash landing on the coast of North Mistral after she answered a distress signal from locals. Weiss fought bravely to fend off a Grimm horde attacking coastal settlements, but the Grimm struck one of the engines on her airship. Her hands are tied together and her sword is missing.

Weiss slowly comes to her senses, trying her hardest to make sense of her situation. First, she surveyed her surroundings- the terrain was a flat grassland enclosed by a vast mountain range, obscured by the dark night sky. There were several tents and wooden huts illuminated by torch fire. Weiss concluded that she must still be in the region of North Mistral but was taken inland. Most likely, she was being held captive by the one of many the nomadic tribes occupying the area which were infamous for thievery.

She stayed close to the ground so as to not draw attention. No one appeared to be awake in the encampment. Weiss soon rose up to her knees, dazed and weary. However, her rustling is accompanied by the sound of footsteps approaching behind her. Weiss freezes immediately, stricken with the fear one of the tribesmen would attack her.

"The inscriptions on your sword... They are in Branwen tongue. Did you know that?" a young woman's voice calls out.

The faceless voice circles around the cage until Weiss sees a pretty young woman with blue eyes and chestnut brown hair holding her sword.

"That is my sword!" Weiss shouts.

"I don't see your name on it. Who owns this sword should be the least of your worries right now," the tribeswoman replies.

Weiss begged to differ. Her rapier is like a family heirloom to her. She was not prepared to leave without it. Until she could form an escape plan, Weiss needed to gain more information.

"Why did you take me here? Why did you bandits keep me alive?" Weiss questions. The tribeswoman walks towards Weiss' cage and leans against her back against it.

"We are more than just bandits... we are survivors. We fought for generations against occupation from the kingdom of Mistral to protect our sacred homeland and culture. A culture your ancestors likely abandoned when they set sail to Atlas, right Miss Schnee?" the tribeswoman monologues.

However, Weiss cannot help but be distracted by the tribeswoman's butt pressed up against the cage bars.

"The inscription says 'Strength lives, weakness dies'. The mantra of the Branwen tribe. The reason why we kill and steal is because life is a lot harder here. Perhaps it was the will of the old gods to bring you here. You get to see the world your ancestors left behind before you pass on and join them... Tell me, what is Atlas like?" she continues.

Weiss became mesmerised by the tribeswoman's behind and spaced out halfway through her monologue.

"Are you listening to me?!" the tribeswoman snaps, peering back at Weiss over her shoulder.

"Uh, yes!" Weiss fumbles, caught off guard by tribeswoman's piercing eyes. "I have absolutely no desire to remind myself of my kingdom's snobbery. And how do you know who I am? You live in the middle of nowhere!"

"My tribe leader told me. She knows everything about the outside world..."

The tribeswoman continues to ramble with her back turned to Weiss, going into details of how many citizens living in Atlas descend from people fleeing the kingdom of Mistral's expansion generations ago. She speaks with a smug sense of wittiness, as if what she says is uncommon knowledge. In reality, she is reciting basic middle school history taught in Atlas.

Eventually, Weiss spaces out again. She admires the tribeswoman's tanned skin but tells herself to focus. The tribeswoman is clearly naive in assuming that her tribe leader knows everything. Perhaps she could use their naivete to her advantage.

Weiss just has to make her cage guard stop rambling like a know-it-all!