A Saint To A Sinner

3.37

Eleven days had passed, and many of Edwards men were slaughtered at the front of the gates. Still yet to retreat. Sigtryggr giving no ground, and it made Y/N impatient. She became stressed and heartbroken, not knowing where her daughter was or how she was. Finan had kept his promise and had tried to get into Winchester alone, but he couldn't do it without getting himself killed, so he retreated with a bloodied, broken face as he sat infront of his wife with a pitiful face.
"We need a plan, Uhtred. And fast." Finan growled. He was becoming stressed as he looked at Uhtred for guidance.
"I will go." Sihtric said gruffly. Finan whined as she wiped the scar across his face, looking at him, "it will not work, Sihtric. I've tried." Y/N sighed as she looked at her son, who was stuffing his face with a bit of bread that he found.
"I will go back to Edward and find another solution." Uhtred grumbled as he looked back towards the wall.
"There's no time. My daughter could be dead." Sihtric spat. Y/N looked over worriedly, making Finan grab her by the waist to hold her.
"I will try." Sihtric said one last time before he walked off to attempt to breach the walls.

But it failed. Sihtric came back three days later with specks of blood across his face and an angry expression. The Danes had strengthened their grasp on Winchester, making it impossible to enter. Sigtryggr knew someone was entering and tightened his security even more, making them all angry and upset. Y/N paced every day and night with anger and hatred that would not cease. Uhtred had blamed himself for the cause of his daughter and hers being in the hands of Danes. However, blaming himself had not gotten anywhere. It resulted in a fight between Y/N and Uhtred. Neither one of them letting go as they landed a blow towards at each other. The tension between the two was hot, and Y/Ns temper had risen, nearly getting herself into trouble with Edward. It seemed as if Y/N and Uhtred had started to hate each other, that it started to cause a rift between them all. Even Cynlæf had got involved one afternoon to break the fight up, smacking a wooden poll against them.
"STOP! ugh! STOP THIS NOW!" Cynlæf cried out as he smacked the poll against his mother, but the two of them saw no end, and it hand started to become vicious.
"I swear it on the God's Uhtred!" Y/N huffed out as she pulled his hair, kicking him in the face.
"You are a failed mother. Women do not fight." Uhtred growled as he bit down on her arm. Neither of them backing down. Every bit of pain they felt they spat it at each other until enough was enough.
"Jesus Christ!" Finan called as he tried to grab his wife, trying to get her legs off of Uhtreds neck while Sihtrics tried to pull Uhtred away.
"Father Pyrlig a little help." Finan breathed as he tried his best to hold her down.
"This is YOUR FAULT!" Y/N spat as she kicked out until Father Pyrlig pulled her down with Finan. Both of them sat on her until she calmed down. She thrashed for a few moments and grunted until she eventually relaxed. Her eyes glanced towards her son who held the wooden poll, watching them with frustration.
"Why do you fight?" Cynlæf asked as he stabbed at the floor. "We won't get Eir or Stiorra back if the two best warriors are crippled!"
"Your son is right! This needs to end. Edwards sons are in their as well. You do not see him beating his men up, so why fight." Father Pyrlig spoke as he slowly got off of her. Y/N knew he was right, but she felt so much pain. She felt like she was alone in all of this. That it was her fault.

Uhtreds stubbornness eventually ceased the following day and approached Y/N. With everyone watching from a distance at the two.
"I have something to say as long as you don't draw your sword." Uhtred stated as he came to sit beside her. He was apologetic and knew it was his fault. Y/N looked at him and broke out a smile. They were hypocrites, and so was she.
"We fight like we have no food or land." Y/N whispered as she looked at Uhtreds hand that found its way over to her bandaged arm.
"We will make a plan. I swear it." Y/N nodded at his words, biting the inside of her cheek as she felt sorry for herself.
"We probably should now." Uhtred chuckled at her words. They spent too many days fighting and arguing with each other rather than coming to an agreement.

Except all their plans have failed. Edward tried to get Sigtryggr and his army to surrender by renegotiating a plan for peace. More so, King Edward raised the Wessex Fyrd, only to send them to their deaths a week later. Making them run out of time. They were all becoming desperate, and it was starting to show. To the point Edward had sent his men to set up torches to burn Winchester.
"Lord. Is burning Winchester a good idea?" Osferth asked. Y/N shook her head as she scratched her cheek, watching Uhtred walk off towards Edward.
"I win!" Cynlæf giggled, making Y/N turn to look at him with a smile. Cynlæf had been stacking stones with Sihtric during the morning while they waited for another plan.
"Do you think the fire will draw them out?" Osferth sat up and asked them.
"I do not know, Osferth." Finan sighed as he got up to stretch his legs. They did not know Edwards plans anymore, nor did they trust his impulsive descions.

Uhtred returned with a solemn face, informing them that Edward wishes to burn Winchester to the ground, with or without negotiation. Y/N sat up and looked at at Finan who shook his head. This was not a good plan.
"Surely there is another plan?" Y/N asked.
"Æthelflaed has taken back Mercia and is on her way to support Edward, but he still wishes to act." Uhtred spoke honestly.
"He does not wish to loose face against his sister. How embarrassing." Y/N muttered, throwing the stone down impatiently.
"King Edward of Wessex!" A man called out, after the sound of a horn. Y/N stood up and looked at her husbands who nodded. It was Sigtryggr.
"Take your sword and stay at the camp. Do not come out." Y/N said to Cynlæf as she picked his sword up. Cynlæf nodded at her words and ran back towards the tents in case a fight broke again. The four of them stood up, watching Sigtryggr call out Edward, who refused to go towards the gate. Y/N watched Sigtryggr with a tense expression when she saw Æthelstan and his brother Ælfweard at the hands of Sigtryggr.
"He wants Edward to choose." Y/N said as she eyed the situation.
"Which son will he choose?" Osferth asked.
"By the looks of it. He can not." Sihtric spoke as crossed his arms. "No father should be forced to make that descion."

Y/Ns eyes widened when she had an idea and walked over towards the tent.
"Please say yu do not have a plan." Finan grumbled as he followed his wife, knowing that twisted face meant she had a stupid plan.
"I doesn't involve me." Y/N muttered as she called out towards Uhtred, who stepped forward to look at her.
"I know what you are going to say. I have already suggested it!" Uhtred said.
"Hmph." Y/N made a noise as she crossed her arms. "I was going to suggest handing you over."
"Oh I know. That is what I have offered." Uhtred said as he walked out towards the gate. Lord Aldhelm followed Uhtred, nodding at Y/N, "it is a brave plan."
"He doesn't have a plan." Finan said to Aldhelm as he looked at Y/N with a frown.
"This is what he looks like when he's making it up." Osferth added.
"I thought of it too." Y/N said sarcastically.
"That's why it's a bad plan." Sihtric said as he rolled his eyes. Y/N laughed as she looked at him.
"You can not hope to take them on single-handed?" Aldhelm questioned. Almost losing faith when he heard Uhtreds men muttering behind him.
"What do you think he's doing then?" Sihtric said sarcastically.
"I presume you're trying to get us some time." Aldhelm said worriedly before looking towards Uhtred, "if you can delay the Danes until Lady Æthelflaed arrives, she will persuade Edward to endure a longer seige. You know that they can take back the town when they are depleted."
"That's not my plan, Aldhelm." Uhtred muttered.
"Hah! Told ya." Osferth laughed, making Lord Aldhelm turn his round towards them, "why else would he make such a dangerous offer?"
"Because I believe I can end this." Uhtred stopped to look at them all. A seriousness in his voice. Y/N knew that this was Uhtreds way of bidding them goodbye as he headed towards the walls, calling for Sigtryggr.
"I hope this works." Osferth said as they watched in nervousness as Uhtred walked in as the two boys ran out. Y/N turned around to head back towards the tents to find Cynlæf when Æthelstan called after her.
"Lady Y/N!." The boy ran straight towards her. "Sigtryggrhas Eir"
"What do yu mean!" Finan spoke quickly, wanting to hear what had happened to their daughter.
"Sigtryggr took her. He said she looked like a Dane, so he promised not to harm her because she was a true Dane. I do not know what that means." Æthelstan looked down, afraid of what might have happened. "Lady Ælswith tried, but he took her..."