Final grievance
It was one of those rainy days where happiness didn't existed. Isabella ignored the rain dropping on her red navy coat, on her sun kissed yet aging face. Only focusing on the white marble in front of her with her green but reddening eyes, but the concentration was broken when she heard heavy footsteps behind her. She knew who it was and why he was here.
"Also bringing honor to this grave, Thomas?" she asked when she turned to him, studying his rough appearance. A plain captain uniform from the Southern Netherlands, stained with the bloody past of its bearer. But the bearer, it even scared Isabella, the mad bull of the seven seas. Grey and blond hair, stern and war hardened eyes, and a couple of scars on his pale face. "it isn't a surprise that you're here too, Isabella" said Thomas, the lion of the Low Lands. "both of us were there when it happened, and none of us can't forget it", came from Isabella's lips, "and still bearing the guilt of failing as a husband, as a father?". Thomas felt the rage building up in him, but remained calm. "from all places, you have to say it right here", a grim smirk appeared on his face, "but your reaction was also quite 'over'"
Isabella had her sword on his throat in a blink of an eye. "everyone deals with this his own way. And yes, I reacted like that", her lips began to tremble, "because how would a mother react to loss of her children? DO YOU EVEN KNOW?" his eyes went soft, having contact with those of her. She putted her sword back and turned around, "If you don't know the answer, then goodb-"
Thomas grabbed her hand and pulled her in a tight hug. "you aren't the only one who cries his eyes out every night, or try to face death as soon as possible", she felt warm tears on her shoulder, "because our Lovina, our Felicia who lies under that marble" the thing Isabella could do, was shedding her tears on his shoulder.