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.