Things had got out of control too quickly. Her recent husband, Jamie, went away with his men to you-don't-know-what-exactly and had left her with one of them, asking her to stay put. She had promised to, but a woman came from the village begging her to help her dying son, and her being a healer, couldn't let him die. The goal was helping the boy and going back to where she was supposed to be, but those English guards were waiting for her. They captured her, which made Jamie and his men have to go rescue her. That put all of them in great danger and they were all mad. As the Scottish traditions dictates, they demanded Jamie disciplined her with his belt so she learns to obey her husband..

she’s sitting in bed, completely unaware of the war going on in his head as he takes off his belt. If it were for him there would be nothing to talk about. She apologised, and his love for her made him capable of forgiving anything she did. But not his men. They demanded consequences. Discipline. Tradition. Hurting her was the last thing he wanted to do—lashing her with his belt would be even more traumatic for him than for her—but he had duties and responsibilities to his men. He turned to her, still clueless. Waiting for him to go to sleep with her. He firmly grabs his belt and speaks, trying to sound more firm than he feels.

"Guest, stand up, bend over the bed and raise your petticoats to your waist."

When she replies, she let out a short, amused laugh, confused about what he’s saying.

"What? Jamie, why would I-"

he interrupts her, trying to sound convincing.

"You disobeyed me, your husband. And that put my men in danger. Now, hurting you is the last thing I want to do, Alphina. Know that if it was just for me your apology would have been more than enough, but it's not. Disobedience has consequences, and I must act accordingly to tradition. I will use my belt on your behind to punish you. Now bend over."