A Saint To A Sinner

1.4

TW: Mentions of Assault and Rape

The following day Y/N woke up to Gisela roughly shaking her. The woman was still trying to comprehend what she was trying to tell her.
"Slow down." Y/N muttered, grabbing hold of the chair, feeling a wave of nausea hit her.
"Alfred has sent his men to watch us." Gisela repeated with her hands crossed infront of her.
"What! Why?" Gisela looked at her confused, while the woman looked around confused. Not remembering much.
"Uhtred has left to seek a dead man." Gisela stated. Y/N nodded, remembering now, holding her head in pain, watching Gisela leave the room with a huff. Y/N did not understand why Alfred had them to be watched, it wasn't like Uhtred and his men where doing anything despite Alfred.

Y/N got changed into a dark purple tunic, quickly plaiting her hair before going out to find Gisela. The woman nervously walked around the inn, not finding Gisela anywhere. She dreaded the idea of walking around Winchester alone, but she did not want to be alone in an Inn either. She did not want to pray to God or, nor ask him for his protection. All the woman could do was trust her instinct and wrap her cloak around her, taking a dagger from Sihtrics sack that she found.

Once she left the Inn, she felt all her courage leave her, but she decided to keep going. Telling herself it wouldn't be so bad, that Finan and Sihtric would back in two days time, but the feeling remained with her. Winchester appeared rather busy. She presumed it was the marriage pact between Æthlered and Æthflaed, as there were many people roaming the streets around her. Eventually the woman stopped at the centre, scratching her head, trying to figure out where Gisela would have gone. She could go to the Abbey to find Hild who would comfort her, or to Thyra, but she did not know the woman well enough to seek comfort.

Y/N could feel herself becoming hot and sweaty with nausea. She did not know what else to do but go back to the Inn. Whether it was her paranoia picking up, but she found herself noticing the stares and the whispers, she felt herself hearing the words whore over and over again. The more she tried to tune them out, the more she heard them, it was as if they where shouting them at her. Once the woman turned around she came faced with a man. He was a Blacksmith. She could tell by the way the leather apron. At this point she should turn away and run, but she was frozen in place out of fear.
"Why is it Uhtred gets all the pretty women?" Y/N stepped back, trying to keep her head up high.
"I believe your mistaken. I am not Uhtreds." The man laughed almost cornering her.
"I hear you were sold as a slave. I also hear that his men share you and hump you." The man taunted again, making the woman's eyebrow twitched in fear as the lump in her throat started to build as the man taunted her. His spoken words were going through her like knives, causing her to slash the man's face with the dagger. The man charged at her, bending her wrist, making her drop the dagger. Y/N fell, when the man punched her in the stomach letting out a grown, falling slightly down. She struggled and thrashed, trying to get the man off of her. The woman cried out not knowing what to do, feeling the cloak strangle her, from the way it was pulled underneath her, by her body.

All of a sudden the man fell on top of her, spluttering out blood from his mouth. The woman panicked, looking up to see a red haired woman with the dagger. It was Thyra. Thyra pulled the man off of her, checking her face before hugging her. Thyra pulled her hood over her face, dragging her back to her home. Y/N dropped to the floor crying, she hated Winchester.
"It is okay. You are safe here." Thyra stroked the girls head, rocking her until she stopped crying.
"I hate it here." Thyra looked at her, gently touching her bruised face.
"Men are cruel." Thyra got up, before going to her kitchen, to make something, while the woman stared at floor, unsure of what to do.
"Winchester is not all bad. I was sold and captive too." Thyra said gently, knowing the woman and her sister were sold by the Nunnery to the Danes when the two were asked to Cippenham monastery.

She remembered looking at Hild, telling her she did not want to go to Cippenham, that she heard the men at Winchester whisper about the Danes taking over, but Hild was adamant to support Cippenham Monastery and that is where she went. Where she was sold and raped while her sister was forced to watch.
"Is that how you got that scar?" Thyra broke her out of her thoughts, giving her the warm cup of some hot liquid. Y/N touched her neck, a clean scar that branded her neck.
"No." She laughed, "that was Sihtric." "Is he not your lover?" Thyra asked, incase she had mixed up names.
"Yes. It was during the days Uhtred upset Kjartan." Thyra was about to speak when Father Beocca entered, looking at bloodshot faced woman, covered in bruises. The man rushed over, seeing the blood pour down her nose.
"What happened? Has Uhtreds men not returned." Father Beocca got a cloth and pressed it to the woman's face.
"Who is responsible?" Father Beocca asked, making Y/N shake her head.
"Forgive me Father Beocca but I do not wish to talk about it."

Thyra whispered something in his ear, making the man huff in disgust, before sitting at the table.
"Finan and Sihtric will not be happy when they return." Father Beocca looked at the woman before walking into another room, leaving Y/N to attend to her face, hissing every so often. When Father Beocca returned he handed her a towel to clean herself properly.
"You will stay here until Uhtred returns." Father Beocca suggested. Y/N looked at Thyra who smiled at her, giving her a reassuring nod.
"What about the Lady Gisela?" Y/N asked worriedly. Father Beocca explained that King Alfred's men had taken Gisela in to watch her.
"Is this Alfred's doing?" Thyra questioned.
"I do not believe Alfred would intentionally hurt the Lady Y/N or the Lady Gisela. I think it was merely a coincidence. Forgive me Y/N for suggesting such things, but some men will never understand." Y/N took Father Beocca's hands. "I know what it is costing me. Please do not worry. I thank you for your hospitality." With that she went upstairs and washed herself, trying to get the dirt and blood off of her, still keeping the dagger close to her. Even when she slept the dagger was next to her, to protect her until Finan and Sihtric returned.