A Saint To A Sinner

1.3

TW: Mentions of assault

Arriving at Winchester still did not seem pleasant to Y/N. She felt uncomfortable. She always felt threatened in Winchester ever since she was quite young.
"If it is not the great Lord Uhtred of the small and little known village of Cookham." Y/N felt her stomach tighten, she did not trust Æthelwold. Finan seemed to notice her uncomfortable demeanour and pulled at her horse's strings to pull her closer.
"He's a coward, he wouldn't try anything." Finan whispered, squeezing her hand.
"It is not just him. I do not trust Winchester." Finan nodded before helping her off the horse and hugging her.
"Nothing will happen to yu. I swear it." Finan kissed the top of her head, holding her for a few moments, feeling the leather beneath her skin. She watched Sihtric pull their bags of the horse before facing them.
"We should find an inn."

Finan let out a deep sigh, letting the woman go before rubbing his beard, watching Æthlewold trying to approach Uhtred again.
"What does he want?" Y/N crossed her arms looking at the man uncomfortably.
"Something about a prophecy. It's a load of shit if yu ask me." Finan walked off, approaching the two men while Sihtric took the bags into an Inn.
"Do you believe it?" She asked Sihtric who shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know. There are prophecies that are true but there are also curses within them." Y/N followed after Sihtric, curious to know what he meant.
"Curses?" Sihtric chuckled taking her hand, intwining their fingers before he squeezed her hand.
"Do not worry. Uhtred will not follow after Æthlewold." Y/N accepted the answer, she knew Shtric was a firm believer in curses and the dead. She did not wish to push anymore.

Y/N walked out when she heard a group of horses arrive into Winchester, Sihtric followed after her taking her hand to see who had arrived.
"Is that Æthlered, lord?" Clapa asked walking up to them, Finan standing behind Y/N.
"From what I know Alfred could not have chosen a bigger turd." Uhtred amused.
"I'm sure he will be no fun. He looks like he spends more time on his looks than anything else." Y/N stated causing the men to laugh at her.
"No he looks like a boy who was shat out the arse of a giant." Finan grumbled before drinking his ale.
"He's supposed to be King of Mercia." Æthlewold appeared behind them, his voice made the hairs on the back of Y/Ns next go up. Finan slightly moved forward as Æthlewold looked at Y/N with a smirk. Before Finan could do anything, Uhtred had already dragged him away, Sihtric followed afterwards.
"Sihtric." She called but he ignored her, following after Uhtred. Finan clinked his cup against Clapas before they went back to the Alehouse.

Finan held Y/N close to him as he drank next to her.
"If Sihtric doesn't kill him. I'm going to chop him up into tiny little parts." Finan pointed at Clapa who chuckled.
"You're a jealous man." Finan frowned sarcastically.
"Clapa. The man's making my woman uncomfortable." Y/N sighed and took the ale, gulping it down.
"Oh no no no." Finan tried to grab the cup of the woman. "Yu better go pray." Finan made a cross with his hands before laughing, kissing the top of her head.
"If I am to survive Winchester then..."
"Drinking is the answer." Finan laughed, squeezing her tightly before pulling off one of his rings around his fingers with his teeth before giving it to.
"I will find you a more fitted one, but Sihtric is the problem." Finan awkwardly put the ring on her before sighing, her fingers were little.
"This will have to do." Finan tried every finger before putting it on her thumb, gently kissing it.
"What's wrong with Sihtric?" Clapa asked amused at the situation while Finan shook his head.
"He does not like any I pick." Y/N shook her head. "It doesn't matter, we have this one now."
"See." Finan said as he got up to get some more ale while Clapa looked at her.
"Do not break your vitue to early. I hear God will not like it." Y/N rolled her eyes pointing at him, feeling slightly warm and fuzzy.
"It is already broken." The man frowned before smiling at her, knowing  what happened to her many years ago at Cippenham.
"Is not your virtue apart of your soul. Only you can allow it to be broken, not a man, not a stranger. They may have stolen your first but your virtue is still there if you keep it sealed." Y/N placed a sarcastic hand over her heart.
"You Clapa are a gentle man of few words. May God bless you." Clapa laughed, pointing his drink to her before drinking.

Finan approached with two cups, passing one to her before looking at the two carefully.
"What?!" Y/N laughed at Finan as he sat down, eyeing the two. Y/N shook her head, leaning into him, feeling herself sway, finding the new feeling funny. Every so often the woman would hit her temple against his chin.
"We ride in the night to Daneland." Uhtred walked over with an angry looking Sihtric.
"What for-r?" Y/N stammered, looking at Sihtric who sat down, looking at the cup of ale with a frown.
"To see the dead man rise." Uhtred said plainly, sitting opposite them.
"I thought Æthlewold was full of shit." Y/N said drunkly with a face.
"Finan what have you done to the poor woman." Uhtred mused, watching Sihtric pull her hair out of her face.
"What did I say?" Y/N whispered loudly causing Finan to laugh, nuzzling his nose against hers.
"Uhtred has just meant drunk Y/N." Sihtric took the cup from Y/N, drinking out of it.
"You have to stay with Lady Gisela." Sihtric said, almost apologetically, watching her drunk face try and comprehend what Sihtric was saying.
"What?" She looked at Finan who shrugged not knowing what Sihtric said.
"I feel sick Fin." Finan tried to give the woman more ale but Sihtric took it from her, getting up.

Y/N bid her goodnights, following Sihtric out, holding his hand tightly as she guided her back to the Inn, making her drink a cup of water. Most of it went down her, causing her to laugh at herself.
"Sihtric." She pulled at him with a giggle, swaying his hands, trying to pull him into a kiss. Sihtric watched her before placing his lips against hers, allowing the woman to pull at him. Her hands pulling at his pony tail, trying to grab some part of him that her drunken hands could cling on to.
"Sihtric." She called out, a twinkle in her eyes before she kissed him again, pulling at his lapels, trying to remove his armour.
"Y/N." He groaned, "not like this." Y/N pouted, still trying to undo the buckle on his leather top. Sihtric took her hands before kissing them, "I need to go." The woman nodded, walking back to the bed with a flop.