The Knight of Debts are an ancient order, established as keeper of debts so no man will escape liability for something the owe. The order keeps only two forms of debts—a life debts and a death debts. They can then be further classified as High Debt, Mid Debt, or low debt.
**A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms—Ramin Djawadi**
"Shall we get going? Or have you not yet run out of materials to gossip about me?"
Gossip? Wasn't he quite old thinking.
Ember didn't have the decency to pretend to be listening to him, for her eyes were now in the direction of the Palace of Flames where red fire licked the sky, and glowing embers flew into thin air.
Her coven members used to say her mother named her Ember for she thought that the daughter she would bear would glow like embers. For while flames might die out, glowing embers would remain to signify that they once existed.
Ember thought the meaning was quite profound. That was until six years later after her birth when her mother said her name represented dying embers to her. So while the flames might die out, the embers that would exist for a moment is only a shadow of what once existed.
So like that, Ember's profound name turned to something sour. But that didn't deter her from loving it any less—as far as she was concerned, her name was the only thing she ever had.
Yet the fear that she would lose even her name that night rooted her in place, tears forming in her eyes.
A glowing ash flew to her—evidence of the fire that burned fiercely on all their lands. She bid her silent farewell to them who were the people that never accepted her.
She bid farewell to the cold palace she grew up in as a servant.
She bid farewell to a sordid past and the turbulent events of that night.
She turned to Khaos who still leaned against the tree, hands akimbo with turbulent pale silver eyes narrowed at her.
"Are you quite done saying goodbye to the people that never loved you." He said, his voice devoid of cruelty but still chilling enough to deliver the fact that he thought her an oddity.
"What do you mean the people that never loved me?" Ember asked, eying him suspiciously. Could he be reading her mind? The books she read didn't pinpoint the exact powers of the seven ancient vampires, but they were said to possess terrifying powers.
His brows furrowed like the reason should be obvious to her. "For the child of the high priestess, you've quite the calloused hands." He stated matter of factly.
Oh, so he had observed that when she took his hands.
He walked towards her, "Now if you're quite done, then let's get going."
"How will we summon the Knight of Debts though?" She began to ask, but before she could finish her words, his cold ones had already gripped her by the arm… and next thing they were a blur.
Everything was a blur.
She was witnessing for the first time how high vampiric speed could be, and it was just insane how fast he was going while he only lifted her by the arm, her feet dangling off the ground.
If it were another that held her so loosely like that, she would have likely lost an arm or leg by the speed they were going. But it was indeed a testament of his strength that what could have been termed a loose grip was nothing like that.
The wind stinged her eyes, her red wild mane of hair whipping madly about. Some strands of hair entered her mouth, others entered her eyes, yet she could not find it in her to shut her eyes.
Not when the blurry sight before her was such a wondrous one which she knew she might never see again. Tears stinging her eyes, she allowed them to fall freely since the wind would dry them after all.
She was free to cry mid air.
They passed forests in a blur of green, then valleys in a blur of brown, but he never stopped. And when he finally came to a halt, they were in a land so foreign Ember knew instantly they were no longer in witch territory.
And waiting right there was a knight on a white horse. His armor ensemble was a complete silver that was almost white. Same as his tunic and metal boots. His helmet had no opening and completely covered his head in a way that was eerie and hauntingly beautiful at the same time.
The air seemed to seize as the knight got off his horse, walking towards them mechanically like he had no mind of his own. And when he got to them, he bent a knee, his fists clenched before him in greeting.
"It's our honor to serve the Bluebloods." A strong masculine voice spoke from the helmet, voice muffled and echoing due to the lack of opening in his head ensemble.
Khaos stretched out his hand to the man. "You may stand." He said crisply, voice brimming with undisguised authority.
The knight took the hand in his gloved ones, then he bent his head till his helmet was touching the hand as if he wanted to kiss it. The sight was that of pure unadulterated adoration mixed with brimming authority and submission.
Of course the knight of debts worshipped him. He was after all the prince of chaos—one of the seven ancient vampires that gave up his blood in sealing the Ancient Boundary.
Ember had almost forgotten about that.
The knight stood to his full feet, the metal on his body not making a single sound. "You said you want to call in a debt?" He asked.
"The Crown Princess Serpentine Andal Thorne for the High Priestess Valata AshFall of the Azure witches. Does this debt exist?" Khaos said.
"This debt exists. However it's registered as a high debt as such only the High Priestess herself can call it in."
A high debt? Ember had never deluded herself into thinking that she knew her mother. But the woman seemed even mysterious the more the night unraveled.
"What if the High Priestess is dead, can her daughter call in the debt?"
The knight turned his hamlet face to her, seeming to take notice of her for the first time. Although it was hard to say he could actually see.
"If she's her true blood then she can. But we know nothing of a daughter this age. The high priestess has been said to have no child until her latest pregnancy."
Ember didn't muster the decency to pretend to be shocked at the heights her mother reached to hide away her identity and existence from the world.
"You can confirm for yourself." Khaos said, voice impatient.
Ember braced herself as the knight came to stand before her. But otherwise he did nothing else.
"I've confirmed it," he said to her amazement, "what would you like the crown princess to do for you?"
"To… to take me in. Whether as a servant or a slave, I do not care. As long as she can provide a roof over my head, my mother's debt can be considered paid off."
"It's done." The knight said curtly, then went to stand before Khaos.
"I shall now take her to claim this debt." He said to the enigmatic man.
Ember startled—just like that?
Khaos stood straighter, then leaned down before her.
"Are you ready to owe me a third debt?" He said while wearing a cruel smile that hid something sinister behind it. "I can take away the memory of tonight's pain and fill it with something… happy? All you need to do is ask."
Ember took a step back. "I don't think I can afford owing you more than I already do." She answered.
His smile exposed fangs. "Very well. I guess I shall only take away the memory of me." He said, and before his words could properly sink in with her, his pale silver eyes turned to a smothering red that cruelly held her captive and took away the strength from her legs.
Helplessly, she could only look up at him.
"You never met me tonight," he said, "you fell into the flames and crawled out by yourself. Then you met Viktoria who saved you and helped you summon the knight of debts. Do you understand?"
She nodded helplessly, her brain a mush as she felt memories slip away from her then replaced with a lie.
"I never met Khaos Blueblood." The words rolled off her lips despite the fact her subconscious fought harder against it. For some reason, she didn't want to forget. But in the face of his overpowering abilities, she could do nothing. "
"Tonight, Viktoria saved me." She said the words that sealed the memory wipe.
Then she fell to the ground, her bad leg finally giving up under her while her consciousness slipped away.