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chapter four

Danes

Kyra was ready to run when she'd seen Bloodhair with his men, she wasn't ready to face him...again, after everything. Cowering from behind the pillar which she peeked from, she had decided to leave, leave without Uhtred and his men when it seemed as though they were staying.

She'd just reached the stables when she felt a hand wrap around her body pulling her into the darkness deeper in the stables. Both her hands were held tightly on either side of her, while another figure's palm covered her mouth. Kyra's backside was pressed against a large build as Sihtric came into her view.

"Where do you think your going?" Sihtric asked, grinning as Kyra struggled against the man behind her. She knew that Sihtric took some pleasure in taking away her ability to speak, making her blood run cold.

"Lady, stop struggling," Finan whispered in her ear from behind, though he didn't ease his grip on her wrist. Perhaps she trusted the wrong men. Kyra felt helpless as she was sandwiched between the two men. There was something so sinister about the position they were in, that sent her face burning, she was well aware that her face was likely stained red. It was an unusual feeling, she hadn't realize how muscular Finan truly was until now. It felt as though her back rested against a wall, only warmer. While Sihtric's arm was almost the size of her entire abdomen as it pressed against her chest, his elbow resting on the grove of her breast. Entirely sinister.
Kyra struggled against their hold, which they only found more amusing.

"While I may be holding your wrists," Finan whispered low, gently easing his grip, "we're not here to hurt you, Lady," Finally he let her go though Sihtric's hand remained at her mouth, and Kyra instantly had her daggers out as she pressed him into the wall, his palm now moved to her throat.

"You've scared her," Osferth's voice came from a distance, but the sounds of footsteps neared them.

"When I told you to get her, I didn't mean like this," Uhtred said harshly, coming into view. Finan only chuckled as Sihtric turned to look over at Uhtred, grinning slightly.

"Lord, she still has her blade on my throat," He voiced.

"Lady," Uhtred sighed, "We mean you no harm, Hæsten, Bloodhair and Ragnar have all gathered at the hall."

Kyra finally dropped the blade as Sihtric let go of his grip, deciding that she really disliked that man.
"She tried leaving, Lord," Sihtric countered.

"I really do not want to go in there," Kyra said adamantly, while her fears were unknown to Uhtred and his men, Kyra was aware that Brida would also be looking for her upon realizing her absence.

"We'll protect you if anything happens," Finan replied, and it seemed to halt any protest from her. That was at that as they all headed towards the Hall.

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The tension was thick in the air when she'd walked in with Uhtred's men. Bloodhair stood in front of Ragnar, a dagger slammed against the table, seeming as though in a middle of a dispute. All eyes had been on the pair when Uhtred had come in, now she felt the gaze of everyone in the hall. Kyra felt a rush of blood towards her head as many eyes fell upon them, the most prominent from Bloodhair. It took everything in her not to rush out the hall, to take her own life in that very spot. She'd wished that the gods would strike her down that very instance.

"First he's taken my woman," Bloodhair breathed as his eyes burned into Uhtred, then to her, flickers of emotion danced in his eyes as he looked at her, his gaze softening slightly, "Now, my daughter."