The Power Of Cithrí - A Chaol Westfall Fanfiction

Part 22

Y/n was knelt before me, a bowl of yellow soup carefully laid on her lap, a spoon in her hand. I opened my mouth and she poured the mild warm liquid down my throat. She was so beautiful, as she sat there in cream, her eyes flashing over to the meeting that was happening behind her. Now and then, when she saw a chance she would run her hand over my cheek, or on my torso. Yet she couldn't kiss me, being caught kissing me would mean she would loose her right eye, and never in a million years would I let that happen. "I'm going to sneak out and find Dorian this afternoon." She whispered giving me another spoonful.
"Be careful." I replied, equally as quiet.
She brought out two loafs of bread, each no bigger than the length of my palm. "Two?" I puzzled, yesterday I had only got one.
She ripped it between her careful fingers. "One was mine." She pushed it between my lips.
I chewed on the wheaty bread, the yeast still not fully ready made it slightly acidic. "You need to eat too!" I told her, pasuing as a sister looked our way. She was already so skinny.
She shook her head feeding me more. "I will steal some of Dorian's food."
My stomach rumbled at the thought of nice food, Dorian would most likely be tucking into a steak tonight - he never did hard core camping, it was always very luxurious.

The great doors opened and in walked a sister followed by two other girls - They had been working around the prison cells during my short time down there. The woman lined the girls up, making them stand straight. "You too girl." She wagged her finger at yourname, who frowned before getting up, and walking over. The room fell chilly without her near.
Y/n stood at the end of the line, her eyes darting between me and Saskia - who was at the table. I had never liked the lady, and now I certainly hated her, not for capturing me, that I could cope with but for breaking y/n. Y/n had stretched out of ther comfort zone to make a female friend, and it had been punched right back in her face.
"One of these girls, sisters, has been providing the sinner with blankets and food." The senior said, her hand cracking a cane on the floor.
Y/n didn't flinch like the others, she remained tall and proud.
Saskia frowned. "Sister Matilda, is this really necessary?"
The woman, clearly a lot senior than Saskia, grumbled. "The lord has demaned that girl be punished for her sins and one of these girls is defying his word." She paced along the line, eying up each one of the quivering girls, her eyes holding longer on y/n. "You are the girl new to this position?"
Y/n, dressed with that stupid hat on nodded. "Yes sister."
The woman gripped her cane tighter. "Come with me girl."
All I saw was the fear in y/n as the woman walked over to the side of the hall.
"Sister Matilda I am sure a scoulding is punishment enough." Saskia interjected coming to y/n's help, even though it was clear y/n had no desire for her help.
The sister span at Saskia, I never knew women could be so agrressive to each other. "You seem to have forgotten the lords commands during your time in the king's palace Sister, I would recommend extra reading time."
Saskia gritted her jaw as y/n followed the woman.

I threw my weight against the chains, but it was no use, they weren't going to budge ever. A shard of ice stabbed through me as I heard the first crack and a muffled yelped. I couldn't see the woman beating y/n behind the pillars, but as I listened to another cry, this one louder, I knew no matter how much I bit my lip I wouldn't be able to hold myself much longer.
There was another crack, and I collasped. "Stop!" I shouted. "Stop!" I shut my eyes, shit, what had I done?! Surely I could only get y/n in more trouble.
Saskia glared at me. "What is the matter with you?" She hissed, hoping she could control the situation. She too had flinched at every crack of the cane.
I breathed deeply as I saw the wrinkled sister with the cane come over.
I hung my head back down. "I don't like torture." I said back quietly.
"This is not torture young man!" The senior woman snapped. "It is the hand of the lord."
She turned back to y/n, who was stepping back into my view, her eyes fixed at her feet. The woman scowled again, everyone watching her. "Gather your things girl and go join the others outside."
Y/n didn't speak as she pottered back over to me, bending down to gather up the food and bowls. Her right sleeve was rolled up to her elbow, the tender skin on her arm covered in four red stripes. Her watery eyes met mine and she pulled her sleeve down, trying to force a smile. "I'll see you this evening." She whispered, her voice cracking as she threatened to break out into tears.
My lips got so close to her head as she reached for the soup, what would happen if I kissed her now? In front of all these women? "Love." I breathed out between my lips, so no one could read them. She knew that was my confession of my undying love for her.
I watched, craning my neck around the pillars as she left. Why did all the horrible things happen to her?