A Saint To A Sinner

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TW: Mentions of assault and rape.

Sihtric and Y/N spent the early morning riding back to Cookham, knowing a battle would arise once Æthlered reached Alfred and demanded they push Erik and Sigefrid out of London. Y/N was still worried about Finan, after what he saw, knowing his mind would wonder off with those dark thoughts, but Sihtric assured her Finan would be fine. Deep down, she knew it bothered Finan, how his father could easily sell him off as a slave to Irland. Then again, Y/N knew what it was like to be a slave, she was kidnapped as one. She remembered it as a clear as day, the way they had touched her, the way her sister was forced to watch. The one thing Y/N hated herself more for, was the fact she couldn't fight to save her sister. She stood their as her sister was raped until Iseult saved Hild
"What is it that bothers you?" Sihtric asked, he noticed something had triggered her. Sihtric knew it went deeper than her worries for Finan.
"I know it is not Finan. You have been glaring since we climbed the hill."

Truthfully she didn't know how to start the topic. She knew they knew, Uhtred told them, but from the perspective of what they saw, it was only an assumption that she was abused to.
"When we reach Cookham, you will teach me how to fight?" She started. "Because I do not wish to be too weak to fight back."
"But you did. You bare no scars only a bruise." She didn't mean Winchester, she meant Cippenham, but she struggled to say it, instead reverting to another topic.
"I do bare a scar. You gave me my first." Sihtric made a noise, his head fell, he remembered it well, it was the first day he met her.

It was during the days Uhtred worked for Lord Guthrum, when the Danes and the Saxons worried Kjartan would take the land of North Cumbria. The day Tekil offered his men and swords to Uhtred. Y/N remembered looking at the Dane infront of her, not trusting his intentions. She remembered staring at Tekil all night, feeling unnerved by his presence.
"Halig. When did the Danes move." Y/N looked at the table, where they where all originally sat.
"Clapa." Halig called, before getting up, Y/N followed taking the sword that Hild had given her for protection, although she still did not know how to use it. She avoided killing, moving around the sworded men, letting the men kill the Danes infront of her. It was stupid of her but she did not wish to harm.
"I NEED ONE OF THEM ALIVE. HIM." Uhtred chose to keep the man alive, hoping it would send a message to Kjartan.

Y/N gave Clapa some rope to tie around the Dane man, before walking beside her sister, ignoring the grunts behind her as Clapa dragged the man.
"Clapa. Halig. Cut off their heads and throw them in a sack and keep them safe. I will keep them as a present to Kjartan." Clapa tied the man to a pole before looking at the pile and then back to the woman.
"You watch him and ill chop their heads off." Y/N shook her head looking at the Dane man who eyed her. She did not want to go anywhere near him.
"Absolutely not." She said, pointing at him obviously.
"I would like to speak to Lord Uhtred." The man spoke up causing Halig to shout at the man.
"Halig have you done this before?" Y/N questioned looking at her sister who watched Halig's eyes starr water.
"I know it's best to wait for the blood to thicken." Y/N looked at Clapa who shrugged at Haligs words.
"I'm out." Y/N said holding her hands up, she was not touching no head, walking off, feeling sick at the thought, she could not do it, no matter how many times she tried to bring herself to do it, she couldn't.

It was a proven fact she was weak, the Danes knew that she was a quick and easy target. The woman could not fight, she could not run and had the weakest stomach of them all and he knew that. The Dane man they kept alive saw that, he annoyed her the whole journey to the next camp about needing to shit, until eventually Halig gave in and took the rope.
"Help me with him." Y/N sighed following Halig with the man, she had no idea why she was asked to follow. If the Dane did anything she was completely useless.
"I believe Lord Uhtred thinks you can tell him about Kjartan's fortress." The Dane man on the floor smirked, looking at them. "It is tall."
"Tell him that and your a dead man." The Dane asked again to speak to Uhtred but they ignored him.

Halig looked at Y/N before rolling his eyes, turning his back on the Dane. The woman copied, resulting in the Dane pulling the rope over her and kicking her to the floor. She got back up and headed towards the Dane, causing him to punch her straight across the face, before pulling her by her legs and unsheathing her sword, pressing it against her neck. The cold sword pushed until it slightly cut her neck but not enough to kill her.
"You will fetch Lord Uhtred. Tell him I have his Nun." Halig stopped, slightly panicking.
"Kill her and your both dead." Halig said before running off, while the woman started to sweat in fear.
"With luck we shall both live."