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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
The siblings are oblivious for a few moments to the knight’s presence. Edward takes Summer by the shoulders, holding her firmly, away from him. “Winter — she’s fine, she’s fine! — but she — there was a trouble — ” He turns a bit red in the face.
“Edward, please just tell me.” Her voice cracks a bit.
“She lost the baby.”
“Wha—when?”
He grips her shoulders tighter. “Last night. Father didn’t want to send for you and have it be nothing. We thought it was nothing. She’s fine, Summer! She’s fine.”
In a quick movement, Summer frees herself from Edward’s grip, turning away. Her face is pale against the flaming backdrop of her hair, and she looks at Mordred as though her world has somehow come apart.
A look of pain crossed his features at Summer’s expression and gently kicks his heels into the side of the horse, guiding it towards her, placing a hand gently on her shoulder but he said nothing. He had no experience in such matters and could offer nothing to make her pain go away.
Edward’s brows flicker, up and then down, clearly confused. “Summer, introduce me to your friend.” He lays an unfriendly emphasis on ‘friend’, and his eyes narrow at the way Summer puts her hand over Mordred’s and holds on.
“I knew,” she murmurs to Mordred, voice pitched higher with incipient tears. “Last night. I knew. From so far. Why did I know?”