A/N: Thanks to Sherry n Tiffany. :*
Chapter 46
Isabella was overcome with emotion as she watched her husband and his men leave. She was glad that she had chosen to watch from an empty room in the castle, where no one could see her cry, for she was weeping like a baby. She knew she had promised to be strong and she would try, but she needed this one moment of weakness. She felt like Edward had ripped her heart out of her chest and taken it with him, it was so unbelievably painful. She knew she would never be whole again, not until he returned, and she prayed and prayed that he would return because if he didn't, she would never heal.
"Mistress," someone called, walking into the room.
Isabella quickly wiped her face, hoping to remove any traces of her crying, before she turned around.
It didn't work.
Tiffany could see that her mistress had been crying as soon as she turned to face her. "Ah Lass, dinne cry," Tiffany said, as she went rushing towards her. "The Laird will be fine. He will be back tae ye before you ken it." She took her mistress's arm and guided to a seat. "Ye hae tae remain strong now. Show the clan that ye believe in yer husband."
Isabella nodded, for it was the same thing Edward had been telling her and she knew Tiffany was right.
~ML~
Edward was restless and that was never a good sign. He wasn't used to his mind being occupied with thoughts of women, but since he had met his wife that was all he ever did, was think of her. He was worried that she wouldn't survive until he returned. For god knew that woman had a knack for finding trouble. He wanted to settle the score with the English and return to her as quickly as possible, but he knew this wasn't going to be a quick fight.
He hoped to attack the English under the cover of night. His sources had told him that Isabella father's was also at the English camp with his men. Edward was going to take great pleasure in slaughtering both the Baron and her father for their crimes against Isabella, but not before he got information from them, regarding their conspirator. He had a few ideas who the traitor might be, but he was reserving judgement until he found evidence. He would have liked to have caught them in the act, but he doubted that he would be that lucky.