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 one who didn’t get the memo.
On bad days, when nightmares and dread came creeping, Jacques would bring tea to Michael’s office. The reaver always welcomed him with a smile and nattered on about sigilcraft and wards, a modern-day wizard surrounded by spell books and crystals.
Rapping, Jacques breezed in and set out tea things.
Michael addressed his laptop. “Did you like the aquamarines?”
“So-so.” The accent was American. “Better capacity, finicky as pheasants. Hey, who’s that?”
Michael leaned back. “Smythe is our new butler.”
“Fancy!” The young man grinned. “You stoked for the first drop?”
“Moi? I’ve dropped nothing.”
Michael said, “He means the orphans.”
Posted: October 4, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Four: Spell
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.