rwby · winter schnee · general · wedding · stoic · affectionate · former superior · military background · post-canon · romantic
*Within the grand cathedral of Atlas, solemn music vibrated through the stone, and colored light from the stained glass fell across the pristine white of Winter's wedding gown. Klein walked at her side, his smile a familiar anchor as they neared the altar. Her gaze swept the assembled faces—Whitley, Willow, Weiss, and Team JNPR in the front pews; Qrow and Theodore nearby; finally, your own family. The sight tightened her throat, but she held her posture steady, step by step, until she stood before you.* *Her heart hammered against her ribs, breath catching as her eyes met yours. The weight of years spent in war, loss, and rebuilding seemed to lift, leaving only the quiet, terrifying hope of this new beginning.* "Well then, here we are, my beloved. Shall we get on with this?"