The Princess' Rogue

A/N: And here we have another story. This one is an AU, set in the medieval times of fantasy with knights and princesses. Magic, also known as Mana, also exists, but in the form of Dust. There will also be mentions of other races, but rather than have races such as dwarves and elves, in their place will be different types of Faunus. Also of note, this is not the most common pairing of the series.

Due to the subject matter, expect the characters to be slightly different from the way they are in the show. Not everything will be canon. As such, while many main and none main characters will be making appearances throughout this story, this story is inherently more about Yang and Weiss, and hence, everyone else may not get all the screen time you want.

As I'm experimenting a bit with my writing style, expect things to be a bit different until I get it all sorted out.

Disclaimer: The characters and the worlds I write in do not belong to me. The stories that I write are intended for entertainment purposes. I do not make any money from them.


Summary: It was supposed to be easy. Save the princess, collect the bounty, and then live the rest of her life without a care in the world. But when is anything ever that easy? Yang & Weiss. AU.


*** ~ Chapter 1: The Rogue ~ ***

The Unicorn's Horn was a quaint little place.

Located halfway between the poor and rich districts of the Capital City of Vale, the local tavern was the go to place for all looking for a decent drink. And some juicy gossip. From commoners to nobles, all sorts of folk visited this place. Currently, there was only a handful of patrons here right now, as it was only mid afternoon. But that would quickly change come evening. As soon as the sun set, people would literally stream into the tavern until there was standing room only. Even then, people still came, all to waste away their nights with some rowdy company and barely tolerable alcohol.

At the farthest end of the tavern farthest from the door, sat a hooded figure at the bar. Covered head to foot in a heavy, dark brown cloak, shadows covered the upper half of the person's face as they casually sipped a large steel mug of ale. Violet coloured eyes keenly watched two off duty royal guards, also sitting at the bar, the king's men sitting three bar stools down from them on the right. While the royal guards were speaking to each other in whispers, it wasn't hard to figure out what they were talking about. Princess Weiss Schnee had gone missing from the White Castle a day ago after all, and the king had caused nothing but a ruckus since then.

The hooded figure took a gulp of ale.

Ten thousand lien.

That was the reward the king promised to anyone who returned the princess to the White Castle in good health. For the return of his daughter, in one piece, King Schnee would give up ten thousand lien.

The peoples' reaction was instantaneous.

Everyone from farmers to no good thieves showed up to the capital city within hours of that announcement, proclaiming they'd be the one to bring the fair princess back. But so far, none had made any progress, and two days had gone by since the bounty was first declared. One lone Rogue was going to fix that however. And that's why they were here, at the tiny little tavern called the Unicorn's Horn. Ale had a way of loosening a man's tongue after all, especially the king's men.


Princess Weiss Schnee slumped back against the cold stone wall, sighing deeply. For the better part of an hour, she tried to escape from this prison, but it was all for naught. The ropes which bound her hands behind her back cut deeply into the skin of her wrists, making her wince every time she shifted, or rather, tried to move into a more comfortable position.

How long had it been since she was captured? Weiss didn't know. She'd only been out for a day without her usual escorts when she suddenly lost her way. Night fell quickly, the princess fighting against a blur of flitting shadows, rising terror, and sense of isolation she had never experienced before during that time. A short tussle with an unseen assailant was the last thing she remembered before waking up here, in this cold, dark, and damp stone room.

There was only one door to the place, one made of sturdy wood lined with metal joints. This poor excuse for a room was no bigger than two arm lengths, both ways, and was just as high as a small child was tall. That left Weiss with little options aside from either stooping down, kneeling, or sitting on her rear end. None of those were very appealing however, in the end, Weiss settling for sitting down with her knees bent and brought up to her chest. Her behind quickly went cold, in spite of the layers she wore. Her legs weren't any better off, as they were covered in nothing but her white boots from the calves down, boots that were now dirty with grime. Weiss could only guess what the rest of her looked like at this point.

The white haired girl sighed. As loathed as she was to admit it, Weiss was starting to regret leaving the White Castle on her own. Thinking about it further, the Schnee heiress wondered if she had been thinking at all when she decided it was a good idea to leave the only home she'd known. Logically, leaving was a foolish mistake, one that she was paying for now. But, not everything in life followed logic, Weiss knew. For if it did, many things would have turned out much differently.

Weiss snapped out of her thoughts when footsteps thumped up to the door of her cell, stopping short of it. Soon muffled voices sounded through the door, Weiss instinctively leaning forward, trying to make out words. Due to the thickness of the wooden barrier, the speakers' words were unintelligible. Weiss was able to make out the gruffness and abruptness of the voices however, clearly indicating her captors to be men.

There were two men speaking right now. One of them sounded weary, if not fearful, while the other was aggravated. They bantered with each other heatedly for another few seconds, before the conversation ended and the door to Weiss' cell clicked open. The next thing Weiss knew, her room was being bathed in light to the sound of a creaking door, the heiress momentarily blinded.

Squinting against the sudden light, Weiss' blue eyes just barely made out a dark figure framed in the doorway. The light from behind the person made his features indistinguishable, causing the Schnee heiress to grit her teeth. How lucky for the fool. If she had seen his face, the moment she escaped from all of this, she would have had him hunted down and executed in an instant!

"Time to go..." the man muttered, stepping forward purposefully. He drew something from his belt.

Weiss' stomach dropped as the man approached her, the princess well aware of how utterly helpless she was against the brute if he wished to try something. She struggled against her bonds as a heavy hand grasped her shoulder, something rough being pressed over her mouth and nose. Panic immediately took to the forefront of her mind as this happened, Weiss struggling even more, whimpering. Soon terror and panic faded, Weiss feeling all of the strength leaving her body as her eyes drooped shut and everything went black.


"Are ya serious!?" a royal guard exclaimed.

"SHHHH!" the other said quickly. Both of them looked around nervously, huddling closer together as they continued to talk.

The rogue raised their hand to the barkeep, the mug of ale in front of them empty. Hidden violet coloured eyes never left the two men close by.

"That's what I heard," the second of the king's men said in a hushed voice. "I heard the commanders talkin' about it earlier. The princess was taken by mercenaries from one of them neighbourin' countries. Said so in the ransom note they sent to the White Castle. Somethin' about tradin' the princess for the Vytal throne."

A pale eyebrow raised at this news, violet coloured eyes widening slightly.

A power struggle, was it? Interesting... But the Rogue had no interest in that. Not really. Their goal was the money from the bounty, and living out the rest of their life in the middle of nowhere, where no one could ever bother them again. Ten thousand lien could make that possible for any man.

Or woman.

The royal guards looked around again, their eyes falling upon the hooded person just a ways down from them at the bar. The Rogue pretended not to notice them and continued drinking their ale.

"Barrrzmanz!" a deep voice said, seeming very much drunk. "Damzz gooode aaaalle!" The Rogue laughed heartily.

The king's men turned back to each other and continued to talk.

"Which country?" the first guard asked his friend.

"Not sure," the second replied. "But some of the others think it's Atlas."

"Atlas? Why them?"

The second royal guard took another glance around again before speaking. "One of them lieutenants saw a strange group of men leavin' Vale through the southern gate earlier this morn. They had a lotta cargo wit' them."

"Strange?"

"Yeah," the first guard nodded. "They were too big to be farmers or traders, an' their size matched that of Atlas blood. But they did nothing suspicious, so they were left to pass freely."

The Rogue grinned. That was all they needed to hear.

Slapping a lien on the bar to pay for their ale, the cloaked figure stumbled out of the bar laughing loudly about damn good ale. While the drinks themselves only cost a half lien, the rogue was feeling mighty generous at the moment. Once outside and out of sight of the king's men, the hooded figure immediately straightened up and continued to walk on normally.


"Why are guards always so stupid?" Yang asked to no one in particular. For them to have bought that drunken act, they really had to be stupid. As if a pint and a half of ale could ever get her drunk. Pfft.

Taking a moment to stretch, Yang chuckled to herself. Pulling out a small bottle of clear liquid from one of her belt pouches, she took a swig of it before stashing the bottle away again. Yang couldn't let her normal voice be heard after all, not just yet. It would ruin everything if she wasn't careful. So every now and a then, she drank from the voice lowering concoction as given to her by the Shadow Kats of Forever Fall. That little potion lowered the pitch of her voice tenfold, audibly giving her the tone of a young lad who's voice just broke. Yang couldn't but chuckle when she thought of that.

An errant lock of golden hair momentarily slipped out from the cover of her hood as she put the potion away. It was promptly hidden again once the voice lowering potion was back in its place. After taking a quick glance around and pulling her cloak tighter around her body to hide her obviously feminine features, Yang turned left down the street and started whistling a casual tune. She brought up her hands to rest on the back of her cloaked head.

The southern gate of Vale was a half an hour walk from here on foot. It led out of the city through the Cliffs of Beacon, eventually leading travellers to the Emerald Forest. The forest itself was said to be both enchanted and haunted by many vicious creatures, though Yang wasn't sure if she believed those rumors or not. Nevertheless, it would take all of a week to pass through the forest on foot, two by horseback. However, if what the royal guards said was true, that the mercenaries had cargo with them, they would be even slower still.

Taking a moment to change her direction, Yang rubbed her gloved hands together as she spotted a lone horse tethered to post at the front of one of the shops ahead.

"Here horsey, horsey..." she murmured.


A/N: This story was actually inspired by a text based RP I did with a friend a long time ago. I had recently come across the conversations for it, quickly realizing how similar our characters were to the main characters. While we never finished the RP, I still enjoyed the story of it and decided to finish it now through a RWBY fanfiction.

Just to clarify, in this story, Weiss was raised to be a true princess. She has no combat training aside from a few fencing lessons. She was brought up to be a prim and proper princess, an image of perfection, and a doll of sorts.

Kats are a type of Faunus that have cat like features. They are agile, stealthy, and fast. They are kind of like alchemists of sorts in this story. If this was a true fantasy story, they would be the elves. A Shadow Kat is like a dark elf.

All non-human races are Faunus in this story.