Natasha called my name as a witness. It had been a long time since I actually heard my real name spoken, “I call to witness, Maharet Revanatziah of House Kemet,” Natasha stated. “House Kemet gives their consent to the witness?” Chancellor Grimm asked. Khayman stood up, “It does.” Of course it does, Khayman did as I told him to do. This was really my house, everyone knew it. I walked forth to take the witness stand and sat down.
The Order deputy came to me and asked me to raise my right hand and repeat after him, “On the Order’s Laws by the right of government granted us, do you solemnly swear to tell the truth by penalty of perjurious imprisonment as sentenced by the High Council?” His own hand shook as he stood in front of me. I gave him a somber look, “What do you think?” Chancellor Grimm interjected, “A simple, ‘I do’ will suffice.” One day I am going to rip that old vamp’s throat right the fuck out and sever his head from his body as I drink straight from his dead heart. “I do,” I said as I looked straight at him.
Counselor Elisa Windsor represented the Draconians. She was smart, talented, and ruthless. But she too, like the deputy, felt uncomfortable standing in front of me. But then again, most felt that way towards any of House Kemet, for they know we are the progenitors of all bloodlines on Earth. Our dear David Talbot would be the counselor from our side to cross-examine me.