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Falling asleep in the two conjoined beds with all her lovers was something she longed to do for the rest of her life. Uhtred was curled around Gisela to her left and one of his hands laid on Luna's hip, Gisela was using her arm as a pillow and had her hands wrapped around the same arm. Finan had his face buried in her chest, and she could feel his breath against her breasts due to the thin gown she wore. Sihtric had a leg thrown over both Finan and her while he snored into her messy hair. The wedding would start soon and she, unfortunately, had to be the one to wake them.
"Finan, we have to get up," The Christian groaned and nuzzled his face deeper into her chest. "Gisela, my love." She poked her woman's nose and laughed softly when Gisela frowned. Luck was on her side when she woke up and shoved Uhtred off the bed, the sound woke both of the other men and they quickly reached for their swords.
"Come on, we have a wedding to attend." Luna leaned down to kiss Uhtred where he sulked on the floor. Eventually, they managed to get ready and gathered in the church, she ignored the gazes of the Saxons around her.
"I do enjoy another wedding, a royal wedding in particular. It is a tonic for the soul. The excitement, the expense—" Aethelwold says sarcastically but is cut off by Uhtred.
"Aethelwold, I'm still undecided, so do not mention talking corpses." Uhtred muttered sternly.
"Nobles have traveled across the sea, from as far as Frankia. Solely, to see the beautiful Aethelflæd marry this, pretty, bread-pudding of a boy." Aethelwold told, Luna snorted at the description.
"A fair description." Finan says.
"Furthermore, he gets to hump the king's daughter all night long."
"Gross." She mumbled.
"Aethelwold, you will be quiet." Gisela scolded him and turned to look at Luna who was frowning at the gathering.
"It is the truth."
"You will be quiet." Finan ordered.
"Or you will do what, Irishman?" Aethelwold ridiculed the man.
"Kill you, in your sleep." Luna and Sihtric smiled and she looked over to see Aethelwold give a shit-eating grin at the Irishman. Soon, three knocks sound out which reveal Aethelflæd in a pretty dress.
"She is so beautiful." Finan smiles in agreement with Gisela's comment.
"She is too good for him." Uhtred mumbled.
"He makes me ill." Luna speaks lowly, and Uhtred turns back to her with worry.
"Why are we delaying? Did Sihtric witness something at the grave site?" Aethelwold questions bugging the lord, Finan pulls him back roughly.
"Sihtric saw nothing." Aethelwold groans in pain and ignores Sihtric's look at him. Luckily for them, he stays quiet for the rest of the wedding, the moment they leave the church he begins again. Uhtred sighs and sits down on the stairs along with Finan and Clapa.
Luna was grabbed by Finan who pulled her into his lap as Sihtric stood next to them, the feeling of Finan's hands gripping her hips made her shiver. Uhtred leans over to kiss her and Luna wraps her arms around Finan's neck to keep him in place as she does so. Finan grunts when she pulls away from Uhtred and pulls Sihtric down for a quick kiss.
"The point I make is simple: all the power, all of the wealth, all of the land that could belong to you, will now belong to him." Aethelwold rants, and he glances at Luna with a certain look in his eye.
"Should I hit him?" Finan asks Uhtred. Luna pulls away from Sihtric and turns to Uhtred, she tries not to moan as Finan decides to kiss down her jaw and neck.
"Please, Uhtred. Let someone hit him." She pleads with a satisfied smile, and Uhtred rolls his eyes. Finan guided her face to his with a finger on her chin and kissed her deeply.
"Yes! Yes, by all means, strike me but in your heart, in your purse, you know I speak the truth."
"Yes, hit him." Sihtric goes to move with a grin and the boys soon chuckle when Aethelwold flinches away and whimpers. Luna notices a shy monk walking their way and bites her lip when Finan's tongue traces her ear.
"All I will say, again....is that the deadman speaks the truth."
"Lord?" The monk says calmly.
"Some would say it's treason." Finan interrupted and Luna noticed he looked miserable listening to the Aethelwold speak.
"No, no, this wedding is treason."
"Lord." The monk says once more.
"This wedding is a betrayal of Wessex and the men of Wessex."
"Meaning you?" Finan stated and looked over at Uhtred.
"Should the king die, I have a strong and rightful claim. Now, Alfred is working to make a new line of succession." The monk looked at Uhtred nervously.
"Excuse me, lord Uhtred."
"Go away." Aethelwold said like the child he is.
"I am Osferth."
"You are a monk, a baby monk." Finan spoke and Luna smiled at the monk.
"Lord, you knew my uncle, lord. His name was Leofric."
"Leofric was a great man." Uhtred looked at the monk for a second and ignored the way Finan was smiling at him.
"You are Alfred's bastard son." Aethelwold taunted once realizing his origin.
"I wish to join you, lord, be by your side as my uncle was." Osferth looked at Uhtred as he sat in silence.
"No, we have no need of a monk." Sihtric parted her hair and decided to braid it she noticed he took out some of his beads from his hair to tie in hers. Her heart fluttered at the action knowing Danes only offered something that intimate to people they loved.
"As a warrior lord, I wish to serve you as a warrior."
"Uhtred." Aethelwold says in a warning looking behind Uhtred, Steapa looks down at the same and orders him to meet with the king. Uhtred stands and turns to Osferth as he unbuckles his sword belt. Aethelwold takes that as his cue to leave them.
"You, find me again. Bring a sword and lose your cross." Uhtred demands as Uhtred hands his sword to Finan.
"Thank you, my lord. I-I will." The monk says happily and offers a big smile.
