A Saint To A Sinner

1.10

The sun shone down through the curtains, waking Y/N. Feeling disorientated, the woman shot up in panick. As she looked around she relaxed once she saw Sihtric and Finan asleep either side of her. Sihtrics arm was laid across her thighs, his hair falling out of his hairband. Y/N sighed, feeling even more sore than she was yesterday. She couldn't help but smile contently as she climbed over Sihtric, grabbing her clothes and heading down the stairs to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of water, staring through the window at the quiet village.
"Are you ready?" The sound of Sihtric's voice made her jump, as he placed his hand over her shoulder.
"For what?" Y/N wouldn't be heading to London with them, so why was she needing to be ready.
"To practice welding a sword." He wasn't joking when he said he would teach her every morning how to fight.

Y/N almost wanted to cry at the thought of training. Her entire body ached from yesterday's strenuous activities.
"Do you think you can avoid battle if your tired." Sihtric crossed his arms at her. She knew he was right, but had hoped today would be a different day, since they where already going into battle.
"No." Y/N followed Sihtric outside, taking her sword from him before positioning herself in a fighting position, holding the sword with to hands. Sihtric moved forward slowly, making his movements predictable so she could block him. When his arm raised to hit her over the head she blocked it, lifting her sword up.
"Your slow today." Sihtric commented, the woman was struggling to defend herself. Sihtric striked harder, the blade nearly hitting her, causing her to fall.
"Sihtric don't break her." Finan walked over with an amused expression.
"You broke her last night and now she can't pick up a sword." Finan laughed, folding his arms over across his chest. Y/N almost felt embarrassed at the comment. Sihtric pulled her up, taking the sword from her and giving it to Finan.
"I'm sorry." She blurted out, almost like she committed a sin. In her defense they hadn't spoken about whether they where bothered by it. It was silly to think that, but she was slightly worried, even though Finan stood their and laughed at her.
"What yu sorry for?" Finan tucked the sword under his arm looking at Sihtric who shrugged, thinking she was apologetic for not being able to weild a sword.

It wasn't the time to start such a conversation when they where to head into battle. In fact Y/N dropped in her mind as neither of them mentioned it, knowing they would if they where truly bothered.
"Forgive me. Finan. Shitric." Father Beocca greeted. "I was hoping Y/N would accompany Thyra at the camp."
"I will ride with Thyra." Y/N spoke before either of them could speak.
"My wife has spoken." Finan stated, almost laughing. Beocca nodded awkwardly walking besides the woman so the two men could not hear. Father Beocca admitted he was worried about the things Thyra could see.
"Father Beocca have you asked her directly?"
"Forgive me Y/N, but I fear the truth." Y/N did not know the answers, but she knew what the Priest asked of her.
"I will ask Sihtric. He may have an answer." Y/N looked back at Sihtric with a gentle smile before looking back to the Priest.
"I thank you in advance."

Sihtric helped Y/N climb up on her horse, before getting on to his. Her sword clasped tightly around her waist.
"What did Father Beocca ask?" Sihtric asked, staring at the saddened man infront of them. Y/N shrugged, not wishing to discuss this matter on their journey.
"He asked whether I was happy or not?" Finan lifted his head, a grin spread across his face.
"Did I not satisfy you well enough."
"Maybe you did not Finan." Sihtric said, a grin across his face. Y/N almost blushing at their words.
"Does it not bother you?" She blurted out, wanting to know the answer, but they both shook their heads.
"Yur our wife. As long as you are happy and satisfied that's all that matters." It was an honest answer. Sihtric agreed, "though Finan requires more attention at times."
"And you do not Sihtric? Do you not wish to hump your wife." Uhtred mused, almost waiting to make a comment.
"Of course Lord, I am too a patient man." Sihtric stated, looking at the red faced Priest, who was trying to unhear these unholy words.
"Your quiet today Father Beocca?" Uhtred questioned, the Priest would normally make a comment about the vulgar discussions.
"A sleepless night." Beocca answered, avoiding the question.
"Shall I speak with Thyra? Tell her you need your rest." Father Beocca panicked at Uhtreds words, telling him to do no such thing.
"And what matters are those Father?" Y/N shook her head, telling Finan to stop before kissing him goodbye as they were to depart on the hill. Y/N kissed Sihtric to bidding him goodbye who reminded her to be safe.