This fic happened after I re-watched a bit of Merlin and then watched a bit of RWBY and then went for a history class about medieval Europe.

And suddenly my imagination started working and I was wondering what would happen if Jaune Arc were a member of royalty, so in this AU, think of Vale as similar to the United Kingdom, where royalty is more a figurehead and does not really hold any actual power.

"Ah, son altesse royale Prince Jean of Armorica, and how may I be of assistance to you?" Ozpin smiled from behind his cup of coffee, he watched as Prince Jean of Armorica –or more commonly known as "Jaune Arc"- entered his office.

Jaune nodded, "May I?" He gestured towards the chair off to one side.

"Please do."

"You know none of you have to do that, I'm supposed to be just another student here, in secret no less." Jaune gave a weak smile.

"True, but respect goes where respect is due no? At least for someone of your station…"

"My station? I'm only…" Jaune ticked off his fingers, "tenth in line to the throne sir, I'm not really in the running for it, so I doubt if I have done something to earn your respect."

"Have you now? With only about 2 years' worth of training from the Royal legion's own fightmaster, you're now at least capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with your more…average peers, and in any case, you were able to pass Beacon's own entrance exam and initiation of your own accord no?" Ozpin noted.

"And that's a feat worthy of your respect? Jaune asked with raised eyebrows.

"Considering most hunters-to-be train their entire lives for the sole purpose of entering Beacon and graduating to become true hunters, I'd say yes, you've somehow managed to reach the standard in a fraction of the time, a truly remarkable feat."

Before Jaune could think of a response to that, Ozpin continued, "I now I believe we have gotten completely sidetracked from the original intention, so Jaune Arc what did you need? Does it have anything to do with a certain Mr. Winchester?"

"Er…no…"

"Night vision, there are many Faunus who are capable of seeing near-perfectly in the dark. It was thanks to this trait –and inexperience- that when General Lagune attempted to perform an ambush on the sleeping Faunus, his army was massacred and he himself was captured." Jaune answered confidently.

"Excellent answer Mr. Arc! I wouldn't have expected anything less from you." Professor Oobleck smiled.

Pyrrha gave Jaune a pleased look and nod as he sat down, Jaune merely shrugged in response, I need to start thinking of ways to get back at Cardin… he is going past my "mere annoyance" level and entering my "a nuisance" zone. He thought as he gave a brief glance over his shoulder at the resident bully.

"Pfft, and I thought it was just because animals were easier to train than soldiers." Cardin scoffed.

"Well maybe if General Lagune had paid attention in class, he wouldn't have been remembered as such a failure." Blake rolled her eyes.

Whoa shots fired! Couldn't have said it better myself Ms. Belladonna! Jaune smirked to himself as he looked at Cardin's reaction.

"He probably should have kept a more open-mind too; maybe he wouldn't have underestimated the Faunus that way." Pyrrha made a quick follow up.

Didn't expect that from Pyrrha, way to go you two. Jaune snickered quietly.

"Why you-!" Cardin started but was quickly interrupted by the professor.

"Mr. Winchester please take your seat, you can see me later after class for additional readings." Professor Oobleck stated before continuing on with the lesson.

Later, once class had finished Jaune exited the classroom with the rest of his team. He stopped right outside the doorway, folded his arms and leaned against the wall for a moment, he looked thoughtful.

"Jaune? Is something wrong?" Pyrrha noted, "Is it Cardin?" She questioned.

"Forget about him." Jaune waved his hand and straightened up, "You three go on ahead first," He nodded to them, "I have to talk to the professor for a moment."

"Ok…" Pyrrha looked hesitant, "You know Jaune if there is anything you want to talk about-" She started but was abruptly cut off.

"I'm fine Pyrrha, really." He reached forward and squeezed her hand softly, gently massaging it, the move made her look away at the contact.

"A-alright, if you say so…" He let go of her hand and she let it fall to her side.

"Well I'll see you back at the dorm then." Jaune smiled and gave a small wave as the trio move off, with Nora pestering Ren all the way. Pyrrha was wringing her hands the whole way.

He waited a while more right beside the doorway, listening in on the professor chastising Cardin for his behavior and attitude in class before giving him an essay to be turned in before the start of the next class and dismissing him. He watched as the door banged open and out stomped an angry Cardin right beside him, Cardin turned momentarily and gave Jaune the darkest glare and snarl that he could muster. Jaune responded by lightly shrugging and mustering one of the smuggest smirks Remnant had ever seen in retaliation.

A vein clearly popped in Cardin's forehead, he reached over and gave Jaune a rough shove, Jaune stumbled but caught himself as he watched Cardin walk away.

"See you next Tuesday!" Jaune called out to him before making his way back into the class where Professor Oobleck was just gathering his own things and preparing to leave.

"Profe-I mean doctor Oobleck?" He greeted.

"Your highness? I was not expecting to see you here; I assume it was you who gave Mr. Winchester that rather…demeaning phrase?" Oobleck could not help but let a small smile cross his face.

"Please don't address me as such doctor; here I am just Jaune Arc, a student of Beacon and a hunter-to-be." Jaune smiled.

"It seems like you are adjusting well enough especially given your…special circumstances, is Mr. Winchester giving you trouble?"

"Enough about Cardin please, the lugnut probably has his own reasons and he's not why I'm here now."

"Is that so? And what may this humble teacher of history do for you today young prince?" Oobleck raised an eyebrow.

"I wanted to know if you had any details of the siege of Corlayn castle during the Valean Succession War." Jaune asked.

Oobleck chuckled, "You could probably find out more on your own from the Royal archives than you ever could from me Mr. Arc."

"I know what it is, considered the major turning point in the overall war where the losses suffered by the loyalists were so great that they would never fully recover, and where my namesake ancestor led an army to relieve the city and crushed the besiegers between him and the defenders of the castle." Jaune paused.

"But that's not what I'm looking for…" He continued.

"Then what are you looking for?" Oobleck quizzed.

"I'm looking for more details, but what little there is tends to be shrouded in all sorts of myth and legend, I won't tell you about them but I doubt if my ancestor had a waking premonition of the battle and predicted getting pierced by an arrow in the thigh as well as the descent of spirits of all sorts. It makes my head hurt."

"Well I'm sure you know these battles happened long ago and between all the time and the Grimm as well as general superstition, information tends to be lost, it's up to us historians to piece back together events from what we have now is it not?" Oobleck noted.

"I know profe-doctor, thank you for your time." Jaune made to move off.

"If I may be so bold your highness," Jaune stopped in his tracks and turned, "why the sudden interest?"

"Oh nothing, I've just been…thinking lately."

"About what?"

"Well more like dreaming I guess." Jaune smiled as he walked out, "good day to you doctor."

"I see…" Ozpin gave no reaction.

Jaune sighed, relieved that they were now back on point, "I've been getting…strange dreams."

"Oh?" Ozpin raised a curious eyebrow, "and what do these dreams concern?"

"I see myself in battle, fighting, killing…and it isn't one specific battle, I've seen multiple ones, sometimes it's in an open field, sometimes an ambush in a forest, and quite a lot of times it's a siege on a castle. Sometimes it's not other people though, I see myself fighting Grimm a lot as well." Jaune answered.

"Do you know what the names of these battles are?" Ozpin asked.

"One of them at least, the Siege of Corlayn, the turning point of the Vale Succession war and a decisive victory for the rebels. Where Jean, Duke of Armorica led a force to relieve the castle and killed so many of those loyal to the false king that they would never recover their strength." Jaune answered.

"I see, and do you remember what you feel during these dreams?" Ozpin asked.

"It's a rather frightful experience, feels as though I'm actually there, as in, I swear I can feel the wind rushing on my face from horseback, hear the cries as men charge at each other, see men fall upon each other, smell the blood of a fresh battle and taste salt in my mouth from sweat. It's all, very, very, vivid, almost like…" Jaune paused to catch his breath.

"Like a memory?" Ozpin finished for him.

"Yes, but the funniest thing is…"

"Is…?"

"I stopped having these dreams some time ago, and then they started up all over again when I came to Beacon."

"And when did you start having these…dreams?" Ozpin sipped from his cup of coffee.

"Hmm…I think it was…"

About one and a half years prior,

"Off you go then." Crown Prince Edward of the House of Vale gave a shooing motion.

"You're not coming uncle?" Jaune asked as he got out of the car.

"I have some business of my own to attend to Jaune, I may be quite late, I know you're tired but don't forget your studies now boy." Edward sternly remarked.

"Yes uncle." Jaune nodded and closed the door.

What a day… Jaune thought as he ambled up the steps to the door of the mansion, his body was aching and hurting all over from the day's training; fortunately he could already feel his aura beginning to mend his body.

"It's good to see you young prince, how fares your training?" Ash, Crown Prince Edward's snake Faunus butler with greeted him at the door with a bow and a flick of a forked tongue.

"Rough, fightmaster Hans sure knows how to hurt other people." Jaune answered as he rolled his stiff shoulder.

"I'm sure the fightmaster means well young prince, Beacon is assuredly not a school for the faint of heart." Ash gave a small smile as he opened the doors for Jaune.

"Yeah yeah, thank goodness for aura, I don't think I'd have survived otherwise." Jaune nodded.

"Welcome back your highness." A pair of maids bowed and greeted with a smile as Jaune pushed past the door.

"Thank you Felicia, Tsuki." He acknowledged them. Felicia was a blue-haired cat Faunus with pinkish eyes and wore a mostly impassive face, while Tsuki was a dark-haired dog Faunus and always wore a cheery and bright smile.

"Jaune-y!" A short girl with curly brunette hair seemingly flew down the steps.

"Good to see you too Amy." Jaune grinned as he let Princess Amethyst, future duchess of Frostriver and second eldest child of Crown Prince Edward glomped him.

"Are you alright? Did you get hurt bad? How was training? Did you kill any grimm today? What was it like?" Amy peppered him with a thousand and one questions endlessly as she checked all over him.

"Amy, I'm fine." Amy gave Jaune a skeptical look, "really." Jaune added.

"Of course you are." Amy rolled her eyes, "this is how is always goes doesn't it? Because now Prince Jean is going to become a hunter so first of all Prince Jean needs to stand on his own and Prince Jean must be strong, and then after that its Prince Jean needs to mash together a band of sorry misfits into heroes and save the world from the resident evil overlord who wants to make everyone kneel before him." Amy rattled off.

"Your highness! Please take a breath before you pass out!" Tsuki scolded.

"I'm fine Tsuki; it's Jaune we should be worried about." Amy sighed and pushed herself back.

"His highness has his aura to protect him miss; I'd worry about myself more if I were you." Ash chuckled blithely.

"Sure sure, and thanks to his aura he now gets to play hero whenever he wants." Amy sighed, "Call me when dinner is ready." She stated simply and walked off.

"She's…really not taking it well is she?" Jaune scratched his head and looked at the servants.

"The young mistress is merely concerned for you young master, and with good reason, hunters-in-training spend their entire lives from young aiming to become hunters, you are aiming to achieve the same result in a scant two years." Felicia deadpanned.

"It will most certainly be a miracle if you achieve that standard in a mere fraction of a time." She continued, never once dropping her poker face.

"Ouch, you never pull punches Felicia." Jaune gave a weak smile.

"Or a sign of hidden talent!" Tsuki tried to interject but was rapidly cut off by Felicia again.

"I am here to ensure that your needs are taken care of young master and to guide and help you if necessary, this job includes ensuring that you do not overstep yourself when I see it happening." Tsuki explained sharply, "now go and get yourself cleaned up, dinner is ready."

Jaune sighed.

Ozpin chuckled as he took another sip from his mug, "ah yes, that certainly reminds me of Princess Amethyst's disposition when I went to the Crown Prince's mansion."

"He certainly has a colorful household if nothing else."

"Yeah, Amy can be a bit silly like that." Jaune remarked with a wistful look on his face.

"I think we're getting sidetracked again though," Ozpin replied, "this was the first time you started dreaming?"

"Yeah, it was the night just after I got the modified sheathe for Crocea Mor's sword, when I went to sleep, it was strange, I don't how I can describe looking through someone else's eyes as they perform actions, like it's your own body but you're not in control."

"So then tell me about this dream in particular." Ozpin put down his mug and regarded Jaune with an interested look.

"Well, it's a really strange story…"

"I hereby lay down my arms, and hand myself, body, mind and soul to your mercy." The face certainly looked like it had seen better days, cracked lips, sunken eyes, shrunken cheeks, a messy head of long black hair and full beard around his chin. The man was on both knees, he was kneeling before another man who was sitting down dressed in a simple robe and looked quietly contemplative of his adversary. Surrounding them were numerous armed guards, all of whom regarded the kneeling man with disgust.

"I only hope that you will spare our wives and children the misery that you have visited upon us." The kneeling man said in a resigned voice.

"Preposterous! To think that the defeated dare make demands of the victor, your lives are ours and ours to will, your wives and children will be slaves in our kingdom and you-" Another man stated as he came forward from behind the seated man, his rant was cut off by the seated man.

"Enough Octavius." The seated man spoke as he rose and stepped forward so that he stood fully over the kneeling man. They regarded each other for a brief moment before the standing man moved past him to look out with his hands behind his back from the hill where the company was over a battlefield of dead and ruined corpses, the moans of the dying echoed out over the plains.

"Your surrender is accepted Komminius, your men and you will be given the blade, your wives and children will be free to go, but all the male children will come with us." He moved back and began circling Komminius like a vulture.

"You have been a grave thorn in my side Komminius, your desperate desire for freedom and belief in resistance to the last has cost both of us so many lives, and in the end you only delayed the inevitable, so I ask you now…" The man squatted down so that he was face to face with Komminius.

"Was it worth it?"

No words were spoken.

The man continued regarding Komminius before he stood up again and nodded to the guards. "Take him away and put him with the rest, let them dig their own graves and fall on our swords, just get rid of them." The guards nodded, they roughly hauled up Komminius by both arms and began dragging him away.

"I will go to my own death!" Komminius spat as he stood up straight and shrugged off the guards, when they made to seize him again the man raised him hand.

"Don't waste your effort on him; just make sure he gets there."

"There will come a day Julius! You will pay for your sins." Komminius snarled.

"That day remains to be seen Komminius." Julius answered flatly.

"Do you think your semblance could finally be awakening?" Ozpin interrupted.

"If it's my semblance, what do you think it could be?" Jaune asked.

"Perhaps it is the ability to see into your ancestors' past? It certainly wouldn't be the most outlandish semblance ever recorded." There was that one blood semblance years ago at the Vytal tournament. He thought to himself quietly.

"Well that's interesting but I don't see how it would help me at all."

"Isn't it up to you to find out how you yourself can best utilize it?"

"I guess…"

"But enough about that, what did you see after that?"

"This is the interesting part…"

"Was that wise milord?" Octavius asked as Julius entered the tent.

"Explain." Julius raised an eyebrow.

"Giving him face like that, if word gets out our enemies might think you weak." Octavius answered.

"Answer me Octavius, how long have we been doing this." Julius poured himself a drink.

"Eight winters have since passed."

"And what is normally done with the captured?"

"They are paraded first, made an example off then dealt with publicly to send a message."

"Eight winters Octavius, I am tired of dealing with this nuisance, whatever sends Komminius and his men to their grave faster and with the least of effort on our part will finally allow me some rest." Julius answered as he sat down on a chair with a tired sigh, "if we paraded them about, we might give others inspiration, better to just settle it quickly and quietly."

"Understood milord." Octavius nodded, a few moments passed as Julius finished his drink.

"I will be checking on the men, send the report off to the council as you saw." Julius told him, receiving a nod in acknowledgement he moved off.

He walked past the healing tents as men cried out in their last gasps of life, past the living quarters of tents where men rested, and onto the funeral pyres, where friends mourned each other and collected weapons and armor to be sent back to families. He was surprised to come upon some men arguing near a dead body.

"What is going on here?" He demanded, the men immediately straightened up.

"We were just about to dig a grave for our friend here milord." One answered.

"Does digging a grave require as much noise and argument as you are making?" Julius asked with narrowed eyes.

"No milord we were just discussing what should be done with his weapon." Another spoke up.

"His weapons? Are they not to be buried with him as befits every warrior?" Julius asked.

"Well milord, you see…" The first spoke up, "it's to do with his sword."

"His sword?"

"Yes milord, have a look." He presented the sword to Julius; Julius was surprised as he took in the look of the gleaming blade. It looked no different from all the other swords carried by his men, yet it held an almost unnatural gleam to it.

"Wait a moment." Ozpin interrupted again.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to tell me Mr. Arc, that the legends of the sword being forged for Julius were false and that he looted it from one of his own soldiers?" Ozpin asked incredulously.

"Don't tell anyone sir but it's a thought that coincides with the opinion of other historians from the Royal Archives, the legend that the sword was forged for Julius is just a legend…" Jaune paused.

"That he most likely made up himself." Those words gave Ozpin pause.

"Plenty of old texts suggest he had quite an ego." Jaune shrugged as he continued.

"Alright then, please excuse my interruption."

"Ok, so…"

To Julius, the blade looked fascinating, he quickly recovered himself however.

"And what is so special about this sword?" He asked.

"It never seems to dull and lose its luster, he's carried it since the start of the campaign, and we were wondering if perhaps it would be better to use it ourselves rather than bury it."

"Which was an utterly preposterous notion Antonius! It should rightfully be buried alongside him." The second man scolded.

"Well since it seems none of you can decide what to do with it…" Julius stretched out his hand, "I shall hold onto it." He gave a look that dared the men to argue.

"O-of course milord, whatever you wish." Antonius handed the sword to him.

"You are all dismissed," Julius waved them away as he admired the blade.

"So your ancestor was a looter." Ozpin did not bother hiding the smirk on his face.

"I guess so…"

"Well don't fret Mr. Arc, even the greatest of us have flaws."

"Yeah, but anyway back to the point, what does it all mean?"

"As I said before it could very well be that your semblance is awakening, the ability to see into the past would work quite well for a budding historian like yourself no?"

"See the strange part about that is I had these dreams too before I came to Beacon, then they actually stopped for a while, but now they're coming back…and they're worse now." Jaune voice dropped low.

"Worse how?"

"I didn't have dreams of…battles before coming to Beacon, and sometimes they come to me when I'm awake, like a vision."

"A vision? When was this?"

"Has Ms. Goodwitch told you about the match between me and the lugnut Winchester?"

"She did, and was awfully worried for you, but perhaps you can provide more details?"

"…Ok…"

I once saw a scale of problems according to the British; it starts at "it's nothing" and ends with "Problematic". I can't remember if "nuisance" is higher than "annoyance" or if it's the other way around though so if you're British and you're reading this, I apologize for any mistakes.

One last thing before I finish, this omake came about after I was done replaying a bit of Call of Duty: Black Ops (diss my preferences all you want, I like the story), it just wouldn't leave my head so I wrote it and I'm putting it down here to get it out of the way.

Call of RWBY: Dust Ops

"Junior had created Grimm's touch. A chemical based on Grimm blood that corrupts and destroys a body from within in seconds." The interrogator explained.

"Cinder's second-in-command, Roman, tested it at Mount Glenn. On them, on us, on his own…" Ruby scoffed, "He doesn't care." There was a long pause and silence reigned for a moment before Ruby continued.

"Atlas Falls. Raven told me at Atlas Falls."

"What did she tell you?" The interrogator queried.

"Ruby…listen to me…" a voice seemed to echo in her head

"It was a long time ago…far away…"

"Cinder. Roman. Adam. All must die."

"She told me what they did. What kind of people they were…why they all must die." Ruby spat out the last part.

And that's all folks; I appreciate any and all comments and reviews.