Disclaimer: Christopher Paolini owns these characters; I do not.
He had loved her.
She remembered this as she cried. She knew that she cried for a selfish reason – for herself. She cried because she would never again love Murtagh in the way she had when she had known him – a pure, innocent love of a girl.
She knew he had loved her. He had never told her as much, but she could tell from the way he looked at her that he longed to hold her in his arms.
Knowing that Murtagh was working for Galbatorix was even worse than thinking he was dead. At least if he was dead, she could try to stop thinking about him. If he was dead, she could try to move on. But now that was impossible.
She wasn't the innocent girl that had loved him, she realized. She was Nasuada, a leader many looked up to and respected. She was the liegelord to a Rider. She had suffered losing a father once, and losing the man she loved twice. As much as she tried to avoid thinking about these two men whom she loved above all others, she couldn't stop.
He wasn't innocent when he met her. He had suffered so much, and she never fully understood it. But there was a touch of innocence when he talked with her, when he smiled at her, when he spent time with her.
Perhaps he thought now that he was Morzan. But Nasuada would never think of him that way. To her, he would always be Murtagh, the man she would always love.