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 has a rival.
Chapter Twelve: In the Winter Garden
“Kidnapping’s a crime, you know.” Gingko joined Jacques on the kitchen sofa, cramming close so Kyrie could see him wiggle his ears. “Thought you didn’t like kids.”
He didn’t. Far from it. But keeping Kyrie close led to moments like this—touching, talking. “I’m more related to him than you are.”
“How do you figure?”
“Birth mother’s husband’s first-cousin.”
Gingko put a whale plushie into Kyrie’s clawed hands. “Humanly speaking, I’m his birth mother’s distant cousin’s stepson. But by Amaranthine reckoning, I’m his brother. I’m closer.”
“Not if I’m his favorite.”
“Challenge accepted.” Gingko murmured, “Kyrie’ll need kin who care.”
Posted: October 12, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Twelve: Whale
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.