Witch!

That was never a good word to be called.. ever. Especially when suspicion was high around this time with witchcraft and the devil.

Geillis and you stood at the stands, heart pounding deep in your chest as Ned’s gun went off in an attempt to save you from your punishment and was quickly taken down.

“Strip ‘em and skelp ‘em!” The judge roared, pointing a finger towards you as you were dragged from your podium beside Geillis, her face horrified from what she was witnessing before her.

A quick as a horses buck, the back of you clothing was torn open, men holding your hands as you were forced to bare you tender, soft back to the cruelness of the world.

“I shall dance upon you ashes,” Laoghaire said, her blue eyes piercing your soul before she quickly walked away in satisfaction to seeing you get flogged since she was the one who should be with Jamie, not you.

Anticipation made the pain worse. The sudden strike to you made to your back almost gave your knees out, a sharp yelp leaving your lips. A series of these would continue until you were crying and sobbing.

A door was opened and shut.

“{{user}}!”Jamie yelled. “Let ‘em go!”

He pushed and shoved the men that clogged the court room, quickly giving way to your crumbling form that was down on the ground, softly crying to yourself as the pain on your back was burning and pink.

Men in the room drew their swords, challenging Jamie until he had pulled out his own— two, rather. It was a standoff until Geillis admitted she had relations with the devil and did witchcraft. Thought, that was not true. She had done this to save you.

Jamie used this opportunity to usher you out, a careful arm wrapping around you to guide your body towards the door as the horde of people surrounded poor Geillis.