A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 185: My Poor Child...

Chapter 185: My Poor Child...

Santino was confused and shocked.

What was happening? Why were they dragging his young master away?

He began to think, and having halted at a certain thought, his eyes widened.

Erawada! He immediately stood up and rushed after the guards who were taking Draven away.

The destination was the center of the royal ground. There, above a hundred thin sticks of wood piled up together, was Erawada, chained. With just one look, one could tell what was going to happen.

They would not just burn her with the use of fire, but the sun as well. She was still not immune to the sun due to Old Master Lenort having never given his blood to her once. If he had, Erawada would have gained the ability to stay in the sun without burning due to them having had intercourse and conceiving a royal child at that.

It was morning, thus the sun was going to rise shortly in a few minutes.

Draven was dragged all the way to the platform, where his father sat on his high golden throne.

The chief guard kicked his back knee, forcing him to his knees.

Old Master Lenort turned his head. "How do you like this, boy?" he questioned. "You are going to watch your mother die before your eyes. Her death will be painful, and she will burn!" Beside him stood Caesar, who would glance at Draven every now and then, able to feel the energy oozing from him.

Draven was dumbfounded. He was so stunned that he could not seem to utter a word. His terror-filled eyes were fixated on his mother, whose head was hung low. Her dress was tattered, showing that they must have beaten her before even chaining her above those sticks of wood.

She had bruises all over her face.

"M-mother..." Draven stuttered. "MOTHER!!!" he screamed, trying to break free, but he could not, as he had been chained and handcuffed by the royal guards.

At the sound of his voice, Erawada opened her weary eyes. She looked ahead and shook at the sight of him.

"D-Draven." Her chest began to rise and fall in heavy breathing. "No, no, no, please don’t do this to me." She began to cry in pain.

She did not mind them killing her, but to have her own son watch her die was beyond inhumane.

"My poor child..." She cried profusely, her body shaking frantically. She looked at Old Master Lenort, whose gaze was fixed on her.

"I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I am sorry for anything that I may have done wrong to you to make you despise me this much, but please don’t do this! I beg you. It is the last thing I will ask you for. Please do not allow my child to watch me die. I beg of you. Please," she pleaded.

Having not glimpsed her child for three years, the one time she got to see him, it’s in such a situation?

Old Master Lenort widely smiled at her and smirked.

"Giving birth to him was already a sin. I warned you to get rid of it, but you disobeyed me and lied to me. You bore him, even though you knew I never wanted him. Do you not understand that royalty cannot bear a child with maids and commoners? Don’t you understand that it must be between royalty and nobility?" he questioned, starting to get annoyed.

Erawada cried nonstop. "I’m sorry! Please, I beg you. Don’t do this! I beg you." She dropped her head, feeling the deep, crushing pain in her chest.

She looked at Draven, who was dormant and unmoving and bit her lower lip, not knowing what to do.

"I’m so sorry, my baby," she said to him, knowing very well that he could hear her. "I have caused you too much pain. You did not deserve any of it. I shouldn’t have born you. I never should have given birth to you and left you to suffer."

"I thought...I thought that I could protect you. I thought that I, alone, was enough to give you the best life you could ever want. I thought I was enough, but I was naive. I did not know your father would hate you this much and go this far. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to cause you pain."

She began to cackle behind her tears. "I love you very much, my baby. More than anything in this world. You have been the reason I have been able to survive and come this far, but...this is it for me. I wanted to keep you safe and watch you grow more, but...that will no longer be possible."

"Remember that if nobody loves you, I do. Your mother loves you more than anyone in the whole world would ever do. I cherish you, and you are my only treasure. My only reason to smile. You are special, and you’re an angel. You are not the devil’s child, okay? Never should you believe that and never should anyone tell you otherwise, not even..." She glanced at Old Master Lenort. "...Your father."

"I love you very much, and I will always do so, even in death. Maybe one day we will meet in heaven, I do not know." She laughed. "But certainly we will meet on the other side, and then I could have a chance to be a proper mother to you, but that is only if god gives me the chance."

"I love you very much, my baby. My little boy..." She chuckled softly and lifted her head to stare at the brightening sky.

"Goodbye, Draven. And remember that you mustn’t die. Live for me, okay? You have to survive, or else all my suffering would be in vain. I beg you. Don’t die along with me, okay?" She gazed at him, waiting for a nod or an answer to assure her, but she got none.

All Draven did was stare at her as though he were in shock. And really, he was in shock. It felt as though the scenario before him was happening in his dreams. There was no way his mother was dying right before his eyes, right?