weissthewitchofbitterness
Weiss was sleeping in her room, she was visiting her parents during summer for a week. She was planning to go back to Beacon after she humored them. She slowly opened her eyes, her mind was racing too fast and unable to sleep more. She rubbed her forehead, sighing. She looked out the window, seeing the rain fall and some of the droplets hitting the stain-glass.
She suddenly heard a knock on the door from downstairs. Whenever someone knocked on the door to the entrance of the mansion, it could be heard from even the highest rooms. She yawned, deciding to go see who it is. The young heiress rushed out of her room and rushed downstairs.
She walked up to the door, just when a butler was about to open it. She shooed him away and opened the door herself. She didn’t like what she saw. It was the same man who ‘claimed’ to be her knight. She sighed and rubbed her temples. “Will you ever give up…?” She asked, annoyed. “Well, don’t just stand there! Get in!” She snapped, moving out of the way so he can enter.
She snapped her finger, asking the same butler who was about to open the door, to go fetch a fresh towel for the guest. He bowed and walked off, getting the towel. Weiss looked over at the male, pouting.
"Sorry for intruding at such a time, however I do believe that I can prove it by actions alone, maybe not right now, in the morning, when we are by ourselves.." He was sporting his usual attire, however the new addition to his outfit was the inclusion of his sword, which sat sheathed in his hands, he wasn't all too wet, because he had managed to get here before the rain actually began pouring down, though her sentiments were nice enough in their own way.
He went from a serious tone, to a more lighter and relaxed one, he didn't speak all too much outside of things where he was informing or addressing people, however, when he didn't need to he would not speak, and right now with her, he would prove his claims, and show her the truth behind him, he would expose all he could without making himself all too vulnerable to her, he would be honest, and he would show his prowess that, none had, and that none of those here could mimic.
Though he wasn't too sure of this plan really, all he had to show was his heart, and sword, he had no papers of identity, and he was an enigma who seemingly came from nowhere to his heiress out of the blue, as a knight. Though he had one more ace up his sleeve, that he was not willing to use unless the situation called for it, and he hadn't a clue whether or not she would believe it, or even think he was a person anymore because of it..
