A Saint To A Sinner

1.14

Y/N and Gisela wandered the streets of Winchester, seeing the poor lined up, giving up their own bit of wealth.
"I hear Finan has come round to teaching you how to fight." The Lady Gisela asked, noting the woman's upper body strength.
"He has indeed, but he is a soft teacher." It was true. Finan let her win too easily, only allowing her to build up arm strength. Sihtric, on the other hand, taught her stealth and quickness.
"I thought you hated Sihtrics teaching methods."
"I do, but Finan does not teach me anything. He taught my sister better."
"That is because he is not in love with me." Hild approached, hugging the two women. Hild had still been preparing to be an Abbess, something Y/N once wished for.
"At least Sihtric doesn't let me yield." The woman complained.
"I think it's a Dane thing? Is it not Gisela?" Gisela agreed it was a Dane trait to teach harshly. She knew that.
"It is. Where is Sihtric today?" The woman groaned. He had to leave again to pass a message on to Erik. The two women laughed at Y/N's behaviour, clearly seeing the discontent.
"I say nothing." Y/N walked on slightly ahead, heading towards her husband.

Finan stood with Uhtred and The Monk, watching the poor empty their pockets. Finan greeted her with a hug before greeting the two women.
"My sister has made complaint about you, Finan. I thought you promised to keep her happy." Finan frowned, looking at Y/N before back to Hild.
"And what is this complaint." Uhtred laughed as Hild raised her finger at him.
"You should know. Y/N is your wife. You should know about your sinful actions." Finan put his hands up, slightly worrying, Hild had a humorous way to make people u comfortable.
"What?" Finan looked at his wife who refused to look at him, playing along with her sister, who started to sniffle.
"There was another woman!" Y/N pretended to cry, not looking at him. Finan flicking between the two, confused.
"What woman?"
"Finan!" Uhtred joined in before approaching Y/N. The Lady Gisela hid behind a post to stifle her laugh. "What purpose do you have with another woman?"
"Lord, I'm telling yu I don't know anything about another woman." Finan started to get annoyed, trying to reach out to Y/N. "Y/N!"
"You taught her how to fight." Y/N stomped before pointing to Hild. "How come you taught Hild better than me." Finan made a noise before picking her up, ignoring the laughs.
"That is a cruel joke, woman." Finan kissed her harshly, letting her legs wrap around his. Her forehead fell against his.
"Maybe Sihtric should teach Y/N how to cut it off." Uhtred stated.
"I would gladly cut it off for her if I ever sinned against her. I mean it, woman." Finan breathed, closing his eyes, still not letting go of her. The Monk still stood their awkwardly, watching them all interact, before walking off back to the Monastery

Once Finan put Y/N down, Uhtred explained how Wessex was not going to pay the ransom. It was too much.
"What is the plan?" Y/N asked.
"Erik wants to marry the Lady Æthelflaed." Uhtred said plainly. She already knew that Sihtric had explained it to her that night.
"What's the problem?" It was a blunt statement, but in her eyes, if the Lady Athelflaed was happy, then let her marry the Dane. Uhtred shook his head, "it would not work. In the eyes of Alfred and Æthelred it is treason to marry another."
"Is there a way to prevent a war?" Y/N asked, not really liking the idea of going back to one.
"Odda said we should abandon her and let Sigefrid kill her."
"It's not a bad idea." Y/N muttered, causing Uhtred to look at her shocked.
"We will not abandon her. You, of all people, should know the pain of being a hostage." Finan pulled Y/N back, ready to defend her. "Lord, she didn't mean it like that." Before Uhtred could say another word The Monk had returned, worried about Odda, saying the man was going to drink himself into another grave.

"He's been there for part of the day, and all night. He's a good man, and I worry for him. That it will damage his reputation, Lord." The Monk fretted as the four of them went to have a look.
"If he can stand. It will only enhance his reputation." Y/N laughed at Finans words as they approached a drunk Odda.
"Lord. May we join you?" Uhtred asked, but Odda didn't seem to understand what was going on.
"Is he here still, or has he already left?" Y/N looked at Finan, confused.
"Æthlewold." Odda confirmed.
"Um. No, he's long gone, Lord." Y/N bit her tongue at the Monks words. Odda didn't even realise it had already gotten dark before knocking his drink over in tiredness.
"Maybe you have drunk enough." Y/N grabbed the cup, moving it away before shaking her head at Finan, who was trying not to laugh.
"That is entirely impossible, Lady. Though the ale they brew here is weak. From the orders of Alfred." Odda said sadly.
"You joking, Lord?" Finan said before looking at Odda. "What that's true?" Y/N laughed at Finan, patting his chest.
"It is so a man can work the next day..." Y/N and Uhtred looked at Finan as the man trailed off.
"Somebody needs a bed." Finan picked the man up, carrying him up the stairs of the Inn.

Y/N held the door open, allowing them to carry Odda through.
"You will stay with him." Uhtred said to The Monk, who looked confused.
"And do what?"
"If he needs to piss or spew, you'll fetch him a bucket." Finan said, looking at his wife.
"Can't you." The Monk looked at Finan, who frowned.
"I am on husband duty." Finan gave Y/N a smirk who raised an eyebrow. "What?" Y/N shook her head, causing Finan to point at her. "See. My wife needs me." Finan grabbing his wife, heading to their room.