norse-romance

Her feet shifted underneath her. ____ not sure what troublesyou.__he wolf prowled, though he sat in a great chair. His uneasinessmade her skin tight and her heart race. Hakan was a handsomeman, very appealing to all of the fairer sex tonight with his blackjerkin stretched across broad shoulders. He had shaved for theGlima festival, and his blonde hair, lighter from summer, loosenedfrom the leather tie.__any thoughts trouble me tonight, but Astrid__ not one ofthem._ In the dim light of the longhouse, his white teeth gleamedagainst his tanned face.__oes your head ail you?_ She clasped her hands together,comfortable with the role of nurturing thrall.__ay, but __would please me if you sat close to me and playedyour harp.___usic would be pleasant._ Skittish and studying him underthe veil of her lashes, Helena retrieved her harp.She sat cross-legged on a pelt near his chair. __was easy tostrum a soothing song and lose herself in the delicate notes herfingers plucked. But when the last note faded, the restless wolfstirred on his throne, unpacified.__hy did you play that game with Astrid? Letting her thinkmore goes on between us?__ce-blue eyes pinned her, yet, __was his voice, dangerous andsoft, that did things to her.___I don__ know._ Her own voice faltered as warmth flushedher skin.Glowing embers molded his face with dim light. Hakanleaned forward, resting both elbows on his knees. His sinewy handplucked the harp from her, placing it on the ground.__hy?_ Hakan__ fingertips tilted her chin.