A Saint To A Sinner

1.6

Y/N stood beside Sihtric and Finan watching the two ceremonies unfold in the afternoon. The first being Thyra's and Father Beocca's, just before Lord Æthlered and Lady Æthflaed's wedding. Normally, Y/N would have worn her dusty blue dress, but since she was made to attend a Royal Wedding after, she wore a dark green dress, with long sleeves.
"How come, we have to stand through two weddings and I'm not married yet?!" Y/N whispered, a slight hint in her voice. Only then she realised that she did love the two men, that she would not be complete without either of them.
"That is what I thought?" Gisela muttered, turning round to look at her, as the two men watched her, waiting for her to say she was joking.
"Say the word and we'll marry ye tomorrow?" Finan said looking at her, trying to find humour in her eyes.
"Not tomorrow." Uhtred said, knowing they where to ride out to Erik, after he sent word at Cookham.
"Fine. Tonight then." Y/N stated, looking at the two men, who nodded, Sihtric grabbing her hand with a grin.

"I would enjoy another wedding." Æthlewold stated, not looking at either of them, wanting to make his presence known."An unholy wedding in particular." Æthlewold taunted the two men behind him, causing Sihtric to pull Y/N closer to him, not wishing to have the man, make her uncomfortable. Uhtred tried to divert the topic away from the trio behind him, telling him about his undecided path that the dead man spoke.
"I'm sure men would like to see such an unholy wedding to two heathens and a Christian. I'm sure many would call it a form of adultery." Sihtric snickered at Æthlewold's words. There was no way anyone could describe their relationship, except for them and those who witnessed the interactions.
"A fair description." Finan mused not looking at the idiot in front of them.
"Furthermore, who gets to hump the woman all night long is surely the favourite." Sihtrics hand squeezed hers tighter, while Finans hand slightly nudged hers, his eyes carefully watching Æthlewold.
"Æthlewold you will be quiet." Gisela's harsh voice did not stop Æthlewold as he continued to speak. "It is the truth.
"You will be quiet." Finan spoke harshly, not allowing any man to shame the relationship he was in.
"And you will do what Irish man?" Finan's head snapped towards Æthlewold looking at him carefully.
"Kill you. In your sleep." Æthlewold grinned, finally turning around, so they could listen to the wedding. Y/N couldn't help but giggle at Finan who nearly lost his patience.

Y/N looked back at the Lady Æthflaed, noticing how innocent she looked in her blue gown and flowered tiara.
"She's too good for him." Y/N said aloud. "Your're to good for us." Sihtric whispered, causing her to shake her head.
"Why are we delaying?" Æthlewold spoke up, making Y/N wish she had never spoken up in the first place.
"Did Sihtric witness something at the graveside?" Finan grabbed Æthlewold in anger and pulled the man next to him, trying to get Æthlewold to stop speaking. Sihtric kept his hand on Y/N, not trusting the man throughout the entire wedding.

Once the wedding was over, Finan dragged Æthlewold out of the church roughly. The woman sighed, feeling agitated from today's events.
"Tonight?" Sihtric checked before looking to Uhtred who nodded with a smile. Sihtric approached Finan before leaving the two. Y/N took Finan's hand smiling at him. "Yu are going to make me the luckiest man. Yu know that woman." Finan looked at her, a smile spread across his face as his hand gently cupping her bruised face that had started to turn into a yellowish colour.
"Are you not already Fin?" Y/N asked. Finan kissed the top of her head. "Not yet." Y/N sat on the step next to Uhtred, who was watching Æthlewold carefully.
"Finan?" Uhtred noticed, Finan had become more agitated, since she announced she wanted to marry them, but Finan would not risk Y/N being offended. Finan sat down next to her squeezing her leg, looking at her with a grin, his eyes never leaving her face.
"Can I speak now?" Æthlewold spoke, causing Finan to huff, that the man had taken his attention away from the woman infront of him.
"The point I make is simple. All of the power. All of the wealth. All of the land that could be long to you, will now belong to him." Finan's head hit Y/Ns shoulder in frustration. "Should I hit him Lord." Y/N sighed looking at the man, starting to find him more annoying than irritating.
"Yes yes. By all means strike me, but in your heart. In your purse you know I speak the truth."
"Yes. Hit him." Y/N said, causing Finan to quickly move, making the man flinch again out of fear. Uhtred couldn't help but laugh, watching the woman grow comfortable in the man's presence.
"All I will say again. Is the dead man speaks the truth."
"Someone say its treason." Finan was becoming more frustrated, he wanted to find Sihtric but that meant leaving her in Æthlewold's presence.
"This wedding is treason." Æthlewold spoke up, glaring at Finan.
"Right that's it." Finan got up but Y/N pulled him when she noticed a monk had approached. Finan, frowned unsure of who this monk was that was trying to interrupt them. Y/N felt a little sorry for the young monk who tried to approach them.
"Will you be quiet Æthlewold or I will get Finan to shut you up again." Finan laughed at the woman, putting his arm around her as Æthlewold coward at the thought. The young monk, whose name was Osferth, thanked the woman, asking to join Uhtred and his men, like his Uncle Leofric once did. Uhtred looked at Finan who looked completely unsure about having a young monk with them, but in the end Uhtred had to agree. Osferth was Leofric's nephew and he could not dishonour him, by rejecting the monk, so he allowed Osferth to join, only if he ditched the cross.