The final heatwave of summer came on the day of the harvest. Almost everyone could agree that it was a horrible inconvenience, everybody struggling to do what was necessary - maybe it was a good thing that the harvest was so scarce, seeing how those tending the fields would undoubtedly have been dropping like flies.
The royal family spent the harvest day inspecting the nearby farms, showing their faces in an attempt to boost morale. By the time supper rolled around, they were just seeing each other for the first time...
Edward noticed as he glanced around the table that his step-mother was missing. When he went searching for her, he found her collapsed on the ground. Pale, not breathing.
"Margaret? Margaret!" The king rushed to her side, kneeling beside her.
When he took her hand, she was cold. She had been laying here for a while, if he had to guess. Maybe the heat was too much for her increasingly fragile condition. Or maybe it was something else. He would never knew.
Only one thing was for sure: His step-mother was with the Watcher now. And he would have to break this news to Thomas.












