There were too many. Too many eyes on her. Too many mouths talking about her. Their thoughts ALL about her. The heiress. The Schnee. The future 'most successful woman in Remnant'. The one currently singing in front of thousands of Atleasians, her voice echoed through radios, her face plastered on several magazines and newspapers.
On that day, literally, without a shadow of a doubt, with not even a single speck of hyperbole, metaphor, or so on, the entire kingdom of Atlas was either watching or listening to her sing. From the most respected of figures within the Atlas council to even the dirtiest street rat plaguing the impoverished city of Mantle.
She was Weiss Schnee. And it is her 15th birthday.
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A sneak peek on the next chapter of RWBYKnights. It's about 60% finish. The reason why it's taking so long is that it's going to be the longest chapter by far, and I really did not expect it to be three times longer than my estimated word count...