A Saint To A Sinner

1.13 (M)

"She is the daughter, not a son. Unloved. In truth, to Mercia, to be humped by her husband. That you have so generously put to bed. That Alfred would generously like to pay a sum." Y/N watched Finan hunch over Uhtrd, his hands clasped, ready to advise Uhtred.
"Alfred's price is what? Say it!" Y/N knew Uhtred was going to put Alfred in debt to bargain and hoped he had another plan to rescue her.
"I will. Separate from the one hundred pounds weight of silver offered by her husband. Alfred will offer another two hundred pounds, a weight of silver."
"Three hundred pounds, a weight of silver in total?" Sigefrid confirmed, looking at Uhtred. It was a hefty sum, but a good bargain, but Sigefrid would not take it, threatening to let every man hump the Lady Æthelflaed. Y/N noticed Erik tense at the words, suspecting he was the reason for her good treatment.
"The King has given me some discression to increase the prices." Uhtred sat back down, amused.
"To save time and paper, perhaps you might like to make a suggestion." Father Pyrlig said, waiting for an answer.
"Ten thousand pounds weight of silver and one thousand pounds weight of gold." Y/N's eyes widened. That was definitely impossible to raise.
"I need to take a piss. This will be a long day." Finan laughed at Uhtreds words, they where not going to bargain anytime soon. Finan followed Uhtred out, questioning him on his price.
"We will come up with another plan, but we need to think before going back in." Finan looked between Y/N and Clapa with a huff.
"Sihtric will be nearby." Uhtred reassured, knowing the Danes would not target her. Clapa pulled the woman towards him, nodding at Finan. He would do just that. Finan placed his head against hers before walking off with Uhtred, leaving her behind with Clapa and Steapa, who joined them.

The three of them wandered through the streets when Y/N started to feel someone creep on her.
"It's me." Sihtric whispered, covering her mouth. Clapa and Steapa laughed when they saw the woman jump on him, pulling him into a kiss.
"Be quick." Steapa said with a grunt before walking off, leaving her to greet Sihtric, who hadn't removed his mouth from her, as he pushed her into the shadows.
"Sihtric!" Sihtric held her face, his hands touching her body with need.
"I am well. Do not worry. I am here." Sihtric kissed her forehead before going back to her lips, Y/N pulled at him, bringing him forward. Sihtrics hand moved up her thigh, squeezing it gently.
"Is it healing." Sihtric murmered, careful not to touch the wound. Sihtric looked to the right before pushing her deeper into the shadows, kissing her passionately, occasionally nipping at her bottom lip. His body pressed tightly against hers. Sihtrics hands found his way into her breeches, stroking her, his head dropping to her neck, a moan filling her ears as he felt her wetness.
"Let me take you here." Sihtric begged, slipping in a finger as he placed wet kisses on her neck. "I will please you much more in Cookham. I swear it." Y/N pulled at his breeches, not caring, trusting her husband would look after.
"Sihtric just have me." Sihtric sucked her bottom lip before, sliding his tongue into hers. Sihric pulled away before pulling down his breeches, along with hers, the wind making her legs shiver.
"Sihtric!" She whined when he rubbed the tip at her entrance before pushing himself into her. Holding her leg up. Y/N couldn't help but grip his arse, pushing him deeper into her, causing her to moan loudly. Sihtric quickly placed his mouth over hers as he quickened his pace, rubbing her clit to help stimulate her away from the pain.
"Are you okay?" Sihtric asked, moving the hair out from her face, as he pulled out. Sihtric took off the outer layer to pull off his tunic, to wipe her leg down, his seed pouring out of her.
"I'm fine. It still hurts." Sihtric kissed her softly, promising he would pleasure her well when they returned.
"It will get easier." Y/N pulled up her breeches, looking at him tiredly. "I know Siht. I will count on you and Finan to please me well." Sihtric smirked, helping her redress herself.
"Neither of us will have a problem with that."

Y/N walked back to Clapa and Steapa awkwardly, Sihtric watching her in the distance, making sure she was safe.
"Don't say another word." Clapa held his hand up amused looking at Steapa who shook his head.
"Are you not a Nun?" Steapa asked, watching the woman sit down.
"Do you know how hard it is to be a Nun." The two men laughed, before sitting up when they saw Finan and Uhtred approached. Finan resting his hands on her shoulder before untangling her hair.
"What?" Finan asked Clapa, who could not contain himself.
"Sihtric!" Uhtred said with an amused look on his face. Finan laughed, kissing the woman's cheek.
"Hæsten has asked us to bargain over supper." Uhtred walked into the building, Y/N following Finan who sat her at the end of the table. Finan passed her some food, the Danes watching them.
"Does she share?" Sigefrid asked eyeing the woman.
"Only with Sihtric." Finan said while eating, not bothering to care.
"And who rides better." Finan looked at Y/N amused, while Clapa got excited.
"Depends on the day." Y/N said sarcastically, feeling overtly bold, causing Finan to chuckle.
"It seems you have some complaints. Maybe you need a real man." Hæsten pipped up, staring at her. Y/N quickly retaliated, "they are quick learners." Finan nearly choked on his ale looking at the woman with a glint in his eyes.
"Hæsten. The woman is loyal. Try not to offend the Irishman." Sigefrid said.

Finan was about to speak when Æthlered entered, with nothing but a hessian rag to cover his parts. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the humiliation, it was rather funny.
"Uhtred and Father Pyrlig, have just gone to see how your lady is Lord." Finan said sarcastically, holding in his laughter.
"Then I will go to her." Y/N watched, eating away. It was almost funny to her, that the events turned around rather quickly.
"No you will sit. With me" Æthlered sat next to Finan with a frown. The man was clearly defeated, a large price was going to be bargained with and neither will be liking the outcome.

Uhtred had decided to retreat back to Winchester after conversing with Erik. Y/N was surprised when she heard that Erik had fallen in love with the Lady Athelflaed, but it made sense as she bore no injury. Y/N knew it shouldn't bother her, but it did. She tried to distract herself on the journey, but she couldn't. She couldn't even engage with Father Pyrlig, who quizzed the men on the way back.
"What do you think. Lady Y/N." Y/N looked at Father Pyrlig confused.
"What?! Oh?! I don't know?" Y/N kicked her horse, heading forward, wanting to be left alone. Finan followed her, riding alongside her.
"What's wrong with yu? Sihtric did not please yu well?" Finan's face frowned when he realised she was not finding his comments funny.
"Alright, what's wrong." She shook her head, not wishing to answer him. Finan left it for a time when they were alone. Once they had reached Winchester, Y/N got off her horse, heading to the Inn where Gisela was staying.
"Gisela, I'm tired. We will talk tomorrow." Y/N politely said, running into the room and getting under the covers. She kept her clothes on, placing Finan's cloak over her, like a child who was hiding. She knew she would have to tell the truth, but she feared Finan's reaction.

Y/N heard Finan eventually come in. She knew his footsteps off by heart. He was heavy on his feet. Finan quietly crept over, pulling himself under the sheets.
"I know yur awake. Tell me what's bothering yu." Finan was gentle as he stroked her head, prepared to listen to her burdens.
"I wish the Lady Æthelflaed had at least a mark." She croaked out, a tear dropping from her face. "I know it is cruel, and God may punish me for saying it, but I do. How is she to walk freely without a mark on her skin. How is she to walk without fear." Finan kissed her shoulder, pulling her closer, wiping the tears away.
"It is not wrong to think like that Y/N."
"You don't get it, Finan." She pushed him slightly away, staring at the ceiling, trying to find a way to find the right words. "I was bruised and beaten, constantly, just by being alive. Sometimes, I still feel it." Finan sat up, resting his head on his hand. "Every time I close my eyes, I see what they did to me. And what is worse their still alive, and you didn't even notice." Finan frowned, trying to piece what she was trying to say.
"Who. Tell me Y/N. Which man was it that you recognised at Beamfleot." Finan held her, letting her cry, waiting for a name, any name.
"Hæsten and his brother Ægir. Hæsten used to own me, but he said all I did was cry, so he gave me to his brother." Finan stroked her hair, apologising, "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should have seen yur discomfort."
"You wouldn't have known. Hæsten looks at everyone like that. He probably doesn't even remember my face."

Before Finan could speak, a knock came at the door.
"We're busy." Finan shouted with a grumbled.
"It's me." It was Sihtrics voice. Finan shot up, unlocking the door to see a happy Sihtric.
"What's happened." Sihtric ran over, cupping the woman's face in his hand, letting her cry on him.
"Well." Sihtric asked angrily. He hated seeing his wife upset.
Finan recited what she told him, causing Sihtrics hand to tighten in anger.
"Shall I give Æthelflaed a mark." Sihtric spat out.
"Sihtric!" Finan said, climbing over the two, sitting on the other side of them. "We can't have Uhtred banished again."
"I'll kill Ægir. I swear it on Thors hammer. He will not live to see another day."
"Why are you back?" Y/N sat up, her eyes all puffy and red.
"Erik wishes to marry Æthelflaed." Sihtric said plainly, not caring for the situation at hand, only for the death of Ægir.