SARAH

Author's Note: An idea I've had for quite awhile, I was finally inspired to put it into words. This is my first Braveheart fanfiction. Braveheart is my favorite movie and I'm happy I'm finally writing a fanfiction about it. But, as I said, it is my first. Please be kind.

Disclaimer: I do not own the movie Braveheart or any of its characters. I do however; own Sarah, daughter of William Wallace and Queen Isabelle and Michael, son or Stephen the Irishman. I also own any other characters not mentioned in the movie unless stated other wise.

Dedication: I would like to dedicate this story to my friend Maria, who translated several words to French for me, and explained how to write a French accent in English. Thank you Maria.

Prolog

Nicolette gently wiped Isabelle's forehead with a damp cloth. Isabelle moaned, her head thrashing from side to side, burning with fever. Five months earlier, Queen Isabelle and her Lady In Waiting Nicolette, had made their escape from Isabelle's husband, Edward, before Isabelle's condition could show. They now resided in the small cottage where Isabelle had met William Wallace in secret, as an ill Isabelle fought death while trying to give birth to Wallace's child.

"My Lady, you must try to 'old on. Ze babe is almost 'ere." Nicolette said, brushing a lock of the Queen's long hair off her face in a soothing gesture. "Now pus'." Nicolette commanded. Isabelle grabbed hold to her friend's hand and, screaming in pain, pushed. "Good my Lady. Once more, and ze baby will be 'ere." Isabelle gave a final push, and the squalling child slipped into Nicolette's waiting arms. She quickly cut the umbilical cord with the knife she had been heating over the fire, and tied it off. She turned and cleaned the child. She smiled as she handed the child to its mother, then instructed Isabelle to push once more to rid herself of the after birth. "Congratulation's my Lady. S'e's beautiful." Isabelle's laugh changed to a harsh sob as the child was given to her.

"Suc' formalities Nicolette. You know you are much more t'an a Lady In Waiting to me. You are my dearest friend and confidant. You must promise me something, oui?"

"Oui Isabelle."

"Promise me you will raise c'est ma fille well."

"Non, Isabelle! You'll not…"

"'ush. I know I will die. It is only a matter of time. You must go to William's men. Zey will protect you, I am sure. Promise me also, you will not tell my daughter of William, or I unless you zink it is absolutely necessary. Promise me."

"I promise Isabelle." Nicolette responded. "Isabelle, the c'ild's name?" Isabelle's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. She was in great pain, but she managed to keep her wits about her.

"Sarah." Isabelle whispered. Nicolette smiled.

"You 'ave always been clever, non? Princesse. It is the truth in plain site, but hidden, non?" Isabelle smiled. Her eyes glazed.

"William, mon amour?" She whispered, looking at the ceiling. She smiled and her breath stopped. Queen Isabelle was dead. Nicolette closed her eyes against the pain. She knew she would have to grieve later. She reached out and closed her friend's eye lids, whispering the Lord's Prayer.

"Sire Pere, qui es es ceaus, sanctifiez soit li tuens nons; avigne li tuens regnes. Soit faite ta volonte, si comme ele est faite el ciel, si soit ele faite en terre. Nostre pain de chascun jor nos donne hui. Et pardone-nos nos meffais, si comme nos pardonons a ços qui meffait nos ont. Sire, ne soffre que nos soions tempte par mauvesse temptation; mes, Sire, delivre-nos de mal. Amen." Slowly, she turned and picked up the child. The girl was watching her, her green eyes wide and expectant. As if the child knew exactly what was happening around her and was waiting to leave. Nicolette wrapped the child and walked toward the door. She knew where she would go. She would go to the red haired Scotsman, with the kind eyes who had ridden with Wallace when Isabelle had delivered the message from the king. What was his name…? Hamish! His name had been Hamish. As she opened the door and stepped out into the night, she dared look back once more on her friend. "Au revoir mon amie." She whispered, then closed the door firmly behind her and walked off into the night.