Queen's Consort

Bee's Schnees with Queen!Weiss, Consort!Yang, and NB!Blake

When her elder sister abdicated the throne, Weiss knew the burden of rulership would fall to her. She knew the weight of the crown, of the responsibilities that wrapped around her like a cloak.

She expected difficulties. Famines, bandits, resistance from the nobles who would have preferred the elder Schnee for their Queen. Potential droughts, food riots, rebellions, plots against her or the throne ... those she expected. Those she could handle. She had spent her life training and preparing for the possibility that she might become Queen. She had studied with priests, learning every bit of lore she could about her kingdom. She had drilled with knights, convinced Captain Nikos to teach her the blade, just on the off chance she ever had to defend herself or her people.

But this ... she never expected this.

From her desk, she stared up at the two tall, imposing figures that stood by her chamber door. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.

They were as different as night and day. Blake, a former rogue and her newly appointed spymaster, was dressed in the black tunic and hose they always wore around the palace, atop a crisp white shirt that formed a sharp contrast to the rest of their clothes and long ebony hair. On anyone else, the look might be considered dour, even mournful, but something about the way Blake moved, the paint they used around their eyes, made the whole ensemble entrancing. They were dark and mysterious, with a calm demeanor that rarely showed what the Faunus was thinking.

Yang was the opposite in every way, other than her height. She gleamed with gold, from her hair to the embroidery on her violet skirts. Her gown was the same color as her eyes, with a neckline low enough to drive Weiss to distraction every time she looked at the regal blonde. She was grinning, always grinning, her smile brilliant against the tan skin she'd inherited from her father. Yang was a tribeswoman through and through, even after her father's marriage into the Rose dynasty, as comfortable in silken skirts as she was in trousers with a quiver on her back.

She was in trouble. Big trouble. More trouble than she had ever known in her twenty-one years.

"Did anyone see you?" She asked, folding her hands over her lap to hide the trembling. Queens didn't tremble. A Queen didn't shake, her heart beating so fast she thought it might burst, didn't half-panic when her lovers entered her room. No. Not lovers, she thought,

"No," Blake said, their voice soft. "Your castle's back passages and secret doors are quite extensive."

"I still don't get why you're so nervous," Yang said, locking the door behind them. "We're already engaged. People have to know this was eventually gonna happen."

Weiss huffed. Yang not caring about discretion was hardly a surprise. It was even one of the things she loved about her, that straight-forward way she saw the world.

When Weiss consented to the court's demands for marriage and an heir, she never thought it would end up like this. She dreaded every moment, every potential marriage proposed to her, each potential suitor who arrived at the palace hoping to be the next Princess-Consort of Atlas. She suffered in silence as the buffle-brained noblewomen wined and dined and were welcomed into her kingdom, while her advisors encouraged her to choose this duchess or that second princess.

Her growing feelings for her new spymaster hadn't helped. Nor had their secret meetings in her room. Or the times Blake's hands brushed hers while the Faunus reported which nobles' plots were worth dealing with. Or the time she kissed them, then blushed like a child caught stealing a sweet. They both knew it couldn't last, that no one would accept a Faunus as the Queen's consort, especially one Weiss had ennobled herself. There would be outright sedition, maybe even civil war. Blake understood, supported her in spite of it, and that had only made Weiss guiltier.

Then Yang arrived, part of the royal train accompanying the Rose princess. She hadn't even known the Atlesian Queen was looking for a bride, arriving just to accompany her half-sister as Ruby toured the western nations. It had even been Blake that caught her eye, not the Queen. Blake, the contentious Faunus noble that half the court despised. Weiss remembered the pangs of jealousy she'd felt when Yang first asked Blake to dance, hating the blonde for enjoying something so simple that she could never have.

Only later did Weiss actually meet the blonde, seated beside her sister at the banquet held in Ruby's honor. Weiss was ready to hate her, ready to despise her, and found she couldn't. Yang was kind and funny, muttering puns across the table that made her sister groan and Weiss smile. Even better, she could ride as well as Weiss, could shoot a bow and knew her broadsword like the back of her hand. Even if trade agreements bored her and royal ceremony grated on her nerves, Yang knew her people. Knew their hearts. By the end of that first dinner, Weiss knew she couldn't help but like the blonde. She might even grow to love her.

Yang's strong arms, built up after hours of practice with that broadsword she used, didn't hurt one bit.

Then Yang caught one lingering look Weiss sent to Blake, and she knew. Without asking, she just knew. Before Weiss realized it, Yang was courting both of them. She danced with Blake at every ball, cultivating a reputation as their friend, before coming to sit by Weiss and whispering the Faunus' words into her ear, along with suggestions that made Weiss blush. Yang adored the intrigue, loved the idea of forbidden romance and the scandal of it all. Blake only made matters worse, encouraging the blonde at every turn, giving Yang sweet nothings to pass along to Weiss, golden eyes locked on her Queen's while Yang sat by her side.

They were teaming up to court her, a pair of tigers circling closer and closer, until Weiss knew she was head over heels for the both of them. It was completely, entirely unfair.

When Weiss finally suggested their marriage, Yang made it very, very clear that the only way she would marry Weiss, was if Blake was an equal partner in their marriage. She even suggested a royal tour, to visit the plains of her birth, where her father or one of the other chieftains could quietly wed all three of them.

It was one more thing Weiss would love her for.

"Our engagement hasn't been announced." Weiss said, trying her best to look stern. It was growing increasingly hard as Yang and Blake stepped closer. "If you were found here ... it's one more scandal I don't need. I don't want to even consider what would happen if the court found out about Blake."

Yang rolled her eyes. "Right, because royals never have more than one lover. At least the Xiao Long tribes are open about it when a chieftain takes two wives."

"As enlightened as you think the Xiao Long are, Yang, this needs to be kept secret." Weiss took a calming breath and frowned up at the both of them, needing Yang to understand the gravity of the situation. "We must pretend to not feel anything. They cannot find out about us."

Yang shot Blake a look that screamed of sin, of every temptation she had whispered in Weiss' ear. When the two looked back at Weiss, eyes dark and filled with wanting, the Queen's mouth went dry. Before Weiss knew it, both of them were kneeling beside her, Blake leaning in to kiss her while long, tanned fingers started undoing the laces of Weiss' gown.

"Trust me, Weiss," Yang purred, interrupting them just long enough to steal a kiss from Blake. "You're gonna feel everything."

Author's Note: Bit of background. This started as a prompt on my tumblr, and since I have several more requests, and no other place to put them, they can go here.

Anyway, please comment if you can spare the time. I read all of them, and it's great to hear people's insights and get constructive criticism from time to time. Also, I'll answer pretty much any question I can, so feel free to ask those here or on my tumblr - redsuitwriter.