Neither did the Memories
Princess Isibella wept and wept bitterly. Why? Why didn't he save him? Long Shanks she knew was a heartless and incapable of mercy, but the prince… the prince. Why? He knew how it felt! He KNEW how it felt to loose the one person he loved. His own father had thrown him, mercilessly and in cold blood out a window. He knew the pain, the agony, and the anguish! He knew it! Why didn't he spare her?
"Before he lost his capability of speech, he told me that his one comfort was that he would live to know Wallace is dead."
Since when did he give a damn about his father? He hated his father! After his father killed his love, why would he want to let him have a comfort? Why wouldn't he grin and let him feel the pain of not out-surviving William? Why? She wept even harder. She touched her stomach. Her baby would never know its father. She would never see the only man she had ever loved again. Why? Why was she married to such a cruel man? What had she done to him? She had offered him condolences and sympathy whenever his father hit him, whenever things didn't go her way. She knew he didn't love her and, quite frankly, that was fine by her. She had never loved him, but now she hated him. Why couldn't he spare her? Save Nicollette, she was alone here. He had friends and company. Couldn't he have just let her have one comfort in knowing that she was not alone? He wasn't alone. He had lost a love and knew how it felt and yet he condemned her to it. He could have killed three birds with one stone. He could have shone the people his wonderful mercy and gain their respect. As far as Isibelle herself was concerned, he could keep her away from him until his 'responsibility' to breed; he might have even avoided that if he didn't mind a child of William Wallace on the throne. It would have been one last act of defiance against the father whom he seemed to hate for much. It would have been a stroke to the man and a blow of infinite measures. She knew her husband cared not for his father's comfort. Was it the fact that he had lost a love that he felt she should loose hers? Why? Damn him! Damn that man straight to hell! He wept for his lover and now was forcing her to do the same. He'd not sit long on the throne, not long at all. As she continued to cry, she kept in her mind the way he looked at her, his beautiful blue eyes, his voice and the feel of his touch. She remembered all he had said to her, his cry of freedom. She remembered everything. And every night from then on, as she dreamed, she relived it all. As she lay in her bed, awake at night, trying to keep herself from crying as she had every nigh before, she remembered it all. Up to the day she died, it all remained fresh in her memory. And her son was another reminder of him. She had often made comments about her son's beautiful blue eyes. Edward had never seen William's eyes. He had no idea she was telling him the baby was not of their line. Now that Edward thought he had a son, he wouldn't have to 'face his responsibility to breed'. And he had no idea that when she praised her boy's beautiful eyes and strong features that she was telling him it was William Wallace's son. The pain of loosing him never went away, and the hate of Edward for ripping them apart never did. But thankfully, neither did the Memories.