[Auspicious Happenings]

That evening Constance was beginning to feel unwell. Evan kept a careful eye on her, even as she tried to convince him that she would be just fine.
But, he did not believe her one bit. She seemed short of breath, pale, and would grab at her chest as if in pain.
"Its nothing Evan... Don't worry yourself with the likes of me..." she tried soothing him.
With a frown on his face, he refused to relax.
By the time they had actually fallen asleep that night, he was utterly exhausted.
He slumped into bed and rolled over.
When he opened his eyes, it was morning. The room was quite chilly, and more quiet than usual.
Walking quietly down the hall and to the servants quarters, she was greeted politely by the women who resided there, whom informed her that Constance was still ill and in bed.
Evan walked to her bed, and gently touched her shoulder to rouse her.
But, pulled his hand away in shock, her shoulder did not yield the way it should have.
Pressing his fingers to her neck, he found her skin clammy and cold.
A cry of surprise and grief bubbled past his lips, as he turned her onto her back.
Her face was peaceful, but her lips were blue.
She was dead.
Tears streamed out of his eyes as he jerked his hands back. One of the woman servants noticed the spectacle and screamed.
Soon the room was a flurry of chaos, and Evan could not make a sound as his tears leaked down his cheeks and soaked the collar of his dress.