Nena by Boelter Ann

Author:Boelter, Ann [Boelter, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: azw, epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Trademark Publishing Company
Published: 2018-09-26T16:00:00+00:00

Jarl entered and felt the emptiness of the tent before his eyes verified it. Nena’s presence was a warmth that spread to everything around her, and he did not feel it now. The tent was cold. He was beyond disappointed. Her unexpected tenderness that morning had dangerously filled his thoughts all day with distraction, and he needed her now. She must be bathing. He unbuckled his armor, shrugged it off, and piled it in the corner. He paced the tent for a few moments, waiting for her to return, then went to find her in the baths.

Women shrieked and hurried to cover themselves as he barged in. Nena was not among them. Jarl felt the first fingers of unease begin to tighten around his gut. He returned quickly to his tent and sent for Altene. She arrived in a flash, wearing a low cut pale green dress of soft swirling silk.

“Where is Nena?” he asked.

“I have not seen her, my lord. Would you like me to pleasure you?” Altene offered with a sensual smile, her lips remaining parted.

“No. I want to find Nena. What do you mean you haven’t seen her? Where is she?”

“I truly do not know, my lord.” Altene bowed her head and waited while Jarl threw open the tent flap and stepped outside to question the guard. She couldn’t make out the words, but heard the fear in the guard’s voice as he relayed something to Jarl.

“And how long ago was that?” Jarl asked, his words very clear and very loud.

The guard mumbled something in reply, and Altene heard Jarl swear. She waited for him to reenter but after a few minutes realized he was gone. She settled down to wait for him with a smile on her lips, her fingers caressing the soft furs. He’d be back soon enough.

Jarl strode through the camp toward the prisoner compound. He fought the urge to run. The first of the new prisoners were just arriving and being processed. No one noticed Jarl in the midst of the hubbub. He made his way directly to the child’s tent. The child who he had ordered guarded for so long—until Nena had chosen him and there no longer appeared to be a need.

The mother sat staring at the remains of a dead fire. She did not look up, even as he approached. Jarl swept open the tent flap and searched inside for the girl, but there was no sign of her, as deep down he had feared and known there wouldn’t be. “Where is she?” he demanded. Only then did the broken woman raise her eyes to meet his. The grief he saw there was all the answer he needed.

Jarl did run now. An injured guard sauntering along the row of empty pens, snapped to attention on his arrival. “Sir,” he said.

Jarl’s eyes scanned the mare’s empty pen. “Where is the gray mare?” he asked.

“The mare?” The guard looked at the empty pen. “Well…uh…I don’t know. She was just there. I mean, before the other horses got out, and I had to go help round them up, she was there.

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