Lord Mettlebright’s Man
Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the imposing one.
Chapter Three: Family Style
As dinnertime neared, Jacques took a post behind Argent’s chair.
“What is this? You are doing … what?” asked Sansa, sliding bowls of roasted vegetables onto the table.
He tried a winsome smile on the reaver woman. “I’m serving at table.”
She drew herself up imposingly. “Stately House has no servants.”
Michael, her husband, said, “You don’t need to wait on us. You’re our guest.”
“An uninvited guest,” Argent reminded.
Sansa ignored that. “Your place is here. Sit.”
Jacques insisted, “I’m taking Argent’s old place.”
“Foolish boy, I would not wish my former place on anyone,” said Argent. “Even you.”
Posted: October 3, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Three: Roasted
Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.